. . . didn't dare post this yesterday but now between the two patriotic holidays will quote Thomas Bernhard from
Fatherland, nonsense,
traditions keep using the same words, expressions, slogans: family values, personal values, fellow coutryman: nation state, national language, national health, national pastime, people's paradise, peolpe's anthem, betrayal of the people, national hoiday, etc.,
regading the teacher: when we watch a person who's being killed in some mysterious way, but whose death doesn't happen right away, but only little by little, without his knowing who his murderers are, though there's no question but what it's a violent death; when we watch a person like that, I was saying, who gradually takes on the characteristics of a corpse, though fully conscious: nothing can keep me from believing in this image, no one will ever prevent me from seeing this image; I write my article and hand it in to the editors, I go for a walk,
for hours up and down
these people, comical, fooling themselves: their grimaces, how they might escape from the prison they've
been shut up in,
there's not a shred of hope,
(translation Russell Stockman)
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