With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out.

Against Nature's silence I use action In the vast indifference I invent a meaning I don't watch unmoved I intervene and say that this and this are wrong and I work to alter them and improve them The important thing is to pull yourself up by your own hair to turn yourself inside out and see the whole world with fresh eyes

Long ago I left heroics to the heroes

However hard we try to bring in the new; it comes into being only in the midst of clumsy deals.

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

We've got rights the right to starve We've got jobs waiting for work We're all brothers lousy and dirty We're all free and equal to die like dogs