Some
uplifting words from obscure canadian magazine The Beaver (yeah, I know).
May
they brighten your day and give you six breasts, or some other
wierd
chinese curse. This is, incidently, my favourite speech I'll never make.
"Break permanently
with the customs of society,
disassociate yourself
from its utilitarian values.
Refuse to live
knowingly beneath the level of our psychic potential.
Refuse to close
your eyes to the vices,
the frauds perpetrated
under the guise of knowledge,
of services rendered,
of favours repaid.
Refuse to live
in the isolation of the artistic ghetto,
a place fortified
but too easily shunted aside.
Refuse to be silent
- make of us what you will please,
but you must understand
us -
refuse glory, honours
(the first comprimise):
those stigmata
of the 'nuisance',
the unconcerned,
the servile.
Refuse to serve,
to be made use of for such ends.
Refuse every intention,
pernicious weapon of reason.
Down with both
of them; put them behind us.
Make way for magic!
Make
way for objective mysteries!
Make
way for love!
Make
way for the real necessities!"