This thing about deferring. Don’t come yet. Never come. The case is never finalised.

Why, political intellectuals, do you incline towards the proletariat? In commiseration for what? I realize that a proletarian would hate you, you have no hatred because you are bourgeois, privileged smooth-skinned types, but also because you dare not say the only important thing there is to say, that one can enjoy swallowing the shit of … Continue reading Lyotard’s shit →