I try to live according to some values which are well summarized by
Foucault's preface to Anti-Oedipus:
· Free political action from all unitary and totalizing
· Develop action, thought, and desires by proliferation,
juxtaposition, and disjunction, and not by subdivision and
· Withdraw allegiance from the old categories of the Negative (law,
limit, castration, lack, lacuna), which Western thought has so long
held sacred as a form of power and an access to reality. Prefer
what is positive and multiple, difference over uniformity, flows
over unities, mobile arrangements over systems. Believe that what
is productive is not sedentary but nomadic.
· Do not think that one has to be sad in order to be militant, even
though the thing one is fighting is abominable. It is the
connection of desire to reality (and not its retreat into the forms
of representation) that possesses revolutionary force.
· Do not use thought to ground a political practice in Truth; nor
political action to discredit, as mere speculation, a line of
thought. Use political practice as an intensifier of thought, and
analysis as a multiplier of the forms and domains for the
intervention of political action.
· Do not demand of politics that it restore the "rights" of the
individual, as philosophy has defined them. The individual is the
product of power. What is needed is to "de-individualize" by means
of multiplication and displacement, diverse combinations. The group
must not be the organic bond uniting hierarchized individuals, but
a constant generator of de-individualization.
· Do not become enamored of power.
(Did Bradbury live enough to see his dystopia come partially
He clenched the book in his fists.
Shut up, thought Montag. Consider the lilies of the
They toil not-
Consider the lilies of the field, shut up, shut up.
"Dentifrice ! "
He tore the book open and flicked the pages and felt them as if he
were blind, he
picked at the shape of the individual letters, not blinking.
"Denham's. Spelled : D-E.N "
They toil not, neither do they . . .
A fierce whisper of hot sand through empty sieve.
"Denham's does it!"
Consider the lilies, the lilies, the lilies...
"Denham's dental detergent."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"