Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.

And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.

In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.

All satire is blind to the forces liberated by decay. Which is why total decay has absorbed the forces of satire.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

Newness only becomes mere evil in its totalitarian format, where all the tension between individual and society, that once gave rise to the category of the new, is dissipated. Today the appeal to newness, of no matter what kind, provided only that it is archaic enough, has become universal, the omnipresent medium of false mimesis. The decomposition of the subject is consummated in his self-abandonment to an ever-changing sameness.

There is no true life within a false life.