Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.
The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.
It is barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz.
Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.
Because thought has by now been perverted into the solving of assigned problems, even what is not assigned is processed like a problem.
Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.