The harmfulness of cultural administrations
The path to hell is paved with good feelings as much as the road to the Wizard of Oz is paved with sparkling golden bricks. Nociousness.
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The path to hell is paved with good feelings as much as the road to the Wizard of Oz is paved with sparkling golden bricks. Nociousness.
I'm testifying from where I am. As a good archaeologist, I create my own ruin. The loneliness of the fields of childhood is not the same as the loneliness of the fields of adulthood.
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
In the theater of degradation... we go to great lengths to chain together beautiful images "in homage to..." At the Generator, we put our strength into the art of creation.
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
I am one of those narrow-minded people who stupidly think that there is no crime without a murderer, no smoke without fire and no right-wing extremist... without a right-wing extremist.
...voluntarily alone and totally naked, left to oneself, a few kilometers away from a city that one is preparing not to flee, but to invest...
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness