Eleutheromania !

I have news for you my dear,
You won't be the great author you thought you'd be.

You won't even be very successful businessman,
You will be a mediocre father,
A mediocre lover.

Remember the dreams for a house in the countryside with a pool,
Nope, that will not happen.

Most of those post-psychotic illusions will not be fulfilled.

Actually all those thoughts about respect, recognition and social climbing,
all those are lost,
you missed them.

This is the news that I have for you.

You should celebrate this news my friend.
This is amazing news.
You should be thankful to me.

I'm very happy to deliver such cynical & lyrical news to people.

I'm the messenger of hope.

And that gives me also a hope.
That way I feel a little bit better about myself.
It gives me a reason to exist.

I love bringing the news to people.
Especially this kind of news.

Freedom my friend...

Join me in questioning your freedom.
Join me in questioning all definitions of success.

And this is great news.

Smile!
You are not on candid camera.
Not anymore.
Do you see any familiarity?

The Days of Rhyme

There was a beautiful sunshine in the city today,

You know the kind of sunshine that makes you want to kiss the girls,

Have an ice cream, lay on the grass,

All those non commercial things.

I like days like these.

These are dangerous thoughts my friend.

You know these thoughts make you want to escape from your screen,

Read a book; take a walk with your friends,

 I like thoughts like these.

I live in my virtual world and I need to escape.

Sophisticated poetry will be questioned by the need of approval.

If it makes a rhyme, you are lost; no one will believe your good intentions.

If it doesn’t make a rhyme and you have a good circle of friends you might as well be lost.

Better not to make a rhyme and have an apartment in the bohemian part of town.

That might work.

Now, that I have explained myself can I go-go back to my beautiful sunshine?

Do not judge me!

The Revolution of Everyday Life:-Raoul Vaneigem

The contemporary welfare state belatedly provides the guarantees of survival which were demanded by the disinherited members of the production society of former days. Richness of survival entails the pauperisation of life. Purchasing power is licence to purchase power, to become an object in the order of things. The tendency is for both oppressor and oppressed to fall, albeit at different speeds, under one and the same dictatorship: the dictatorship of consumer goods.
The same bankruptcy is evident in non-industrial civilisations, where people are still dying of starvation, and automated civilisations, where people are already dying od boredom. Every paradise is artificial. The life of a Trobriand islander, rich in spite of ritual and taboo, is at the mercy of a smallpox epidemic; the life of an ordinary Swede, poor in spite of his comforts, is at the mercy of suicide and survival sickness.
The blossoming of technology has seen the birth of a super-technology of synthesis which could prove as important as the social community, that first of all technical syntheses, founded at the dawn of time. Perhaps more important still; for if cybernetics was taken from its masters, it might be able to free human groups from labour and from social alienation. This was precisely the project of Charles Fourier in an age when utopia was still possible.

But between Fourier and the cyberneticians who control the operational organisation of technology lies the distance between freedom and slavery. Of course, the cybernetic project claims that it is already sufficiently developed to be able to solve all the problems raised by the appearance of a new technique. But don't you believe it

Δε βαρέθηκες να είσαι τόσο μικρός ?

Γιατί βρε διάολε?

Γιατί βρε καλέ μου άνθρωπε?

Πόσες φορές θα πρέπει να σε ρωτήσω τα βασικά?

Πόσες φορές ακόμα θα με αναγκάσεις να γράψω για εσένα χωρίς καν να το ξέρεις ή να σε νοιάζει?

Και καλά,

αν τα γραφόμενα μου έχουν μια κάποια σημασία, συμβολισμό ή έστω τσαχπινιά , πάει στο καλό.

Μα εσύ συνεχίσεις να νομίζεις ότι αυτό είναι αδυναμία.

Σου έδειξα ναι ή όχι ?

Αναγνώρισες κάποια δεξιότητα σε αυτόν που είχες απέναντί σου?

Γιατί πρέπει να περιορίζεις το ταλέντο σου στην απλή διαχείριση ανθρώπων σαν και εμένα.

Θα ήθελες να ήσουν εγώ. Το ξέρω. 

Δεν μπορείς,

όχι γιατί είμαι καλύτερος ή πιο έξυπνος,

όχι για κανέναν επιφανειακό ή άμεσα αναγνωρίσιμο λόγο.

Αυτό που σε εξέπληξε ακόμα περισσότερο ήταν ότι δεν με στενοχώρησες.

Ήθελες να το δεις αυτό και να ξέρεις ότι το προκάλεσες εσύ , έτσι?

Αυτό δίνει μια κάποια σημασία στη μίζερη καθημερινότητά σου.

Πότε θα καταλάβεις ότι είσαι τόσο μικρός που δεν μπορείς να με αγγίξεις.

Μικρός!

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