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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.
They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet. Perhaps their surrounding world, the strangers they met in the street, the wide expanses they saw on their walks, the rooms in which they lived or met, took more delight in their love than they themselves did.
Ah, that was just what had united them and had made them so akin! Never, never, even in their moments of richest and wildest happiness, were they unaware of a sublime joy in the total design of the universe, feeling that they themselves were a part of that whole, an element in the beauty of the cosmos.
This unity with the whole was the breath of life to them. And the elevation of man above the rest of nature, the modern coddling and worshipping of man, never appealed to them. A social system based on such a false premise, as well as its political application, struck them as pathetically amateurish and made no sense to them.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Il s'agit d'en discerner la pertinence, la validité, d'en assumer les faiblesses et de la renforcer pour qu'elle se développe.
La confrontation avec de multiples approches critiques est un choix délibéré, parce qu'aucune démarche ne peut assumer seule la totalité de la critique ou proposer un système complet et clos.
La société évolue, le capitalisme se modifie. La domination, l’exploitation se déploient selon de nouveaux modes.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
If there's a task that must be done
Don't turn your tail and run
Don't pout, don't sob
Just do a half-assed job
If... you... cut every corner
It is really not so bad
Everybody does it
Even mom and dad
If nobody sees it
Then nobody gets mad
(It's the American way)
The policeman on the beat
Needs some time to rest his feet
(Fighting crime is not my cup of tea)
And the clerk who runs the store
Can charge a little more
For meat (for meat)
And milk (and milk)
If... you... cut every corner
You'll have more time for play
It's the American waaaaay
The American Way of life is individualistic, dynamic, pragmatic. It affirms the supreme value and dignity of the individual; it stresses incessant activity on his part, for he is never to rest but is always to be striving to "get ahead"; it defines an ethic of self-reliance, merit, and character, and judges by achievement: "deeds, not creeds" are what count. The "American Way of Life" is humanitarian, "forward-looking", optimistic. Americans are easily the most generous and philanthropic people in the world, in terms of their ready and unstinting response to suffering anywhere on the globe. The American believes in progress, in self-improvement, and quite fanatically in education. But above all, the American is idealistic. Americans cannot go on making money or achieving worldly success simply on its own merits; such "materialistic" things must, in the American mind, be justified in "higher" terms, in terms of "service" or "stewardship" or "general welfare"... And because they are so idealistic, Americans tend to be moralistic; they are inclined to see all issues as plain and simple, black and white, issues of morality.