Manifesto Quotes

“This is the Manifesto of Little Monster
There is something heroic about the way my fans operate their cameras. So precisely, so intricately and so proudly. Like Kings writing the history of their people, is their prolific nature that both creates and procures what will later be percieved as the kingdom. So the real truth about Lady Gaga fans, my little monsters, lies in this sentiment: They are the Kings. They are the Queens. They write the hisory of the kingdom and I am something of a devoted Jester. It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond, or the lie I should say, for which we kill. We are nothing without our image. Without our projection. Without the spiritual hologram of who we percieve ourselves to be or rather to become, in the future.
When you are lonely,
I will be lonely too.
And this is the fame.”
― Lady Gaga

“I WANT her though, to take the same from me.
She touches me as if I were herself, her own.
She has not realized yet, that fearful thing, that
I am the other,
she thinks we are all of one piece.
It is painfully untrue.

I want her to touch me at last, ah, on the root and
quick of my darkness
and perish on me, as I have perished on her.

Then, we shall be two and distinct, we shall have
each our separate being.
And that will be pure existence, real liberty.
Till then, we are confused, a mixture, unresolved,
unextricated one from the other.
It is in pure, unutterable resolvedness, distinction
of being, that one is free,
not in mixing, merging, not in similarity.
When she has put her hand on my secret, darkest
sources, the darkest outgoings,
when it has struck home to her, like a death, "this is _him!_"
she has no part in it, no part whatever,
it is the terrible _other_,
when she knows the fearful _other flesh_, ah, dark-
ness unfathomable and fearful, contiguous and concrete,
when she is slain against me, and lies in a heap
like one outside the house,
when she passes away as I have passed away
being pressed up against the _other_,
then I shall be glad, I shall not be confused with her,
I shall be cleared, distinct, single as if burnished in silver,
having no adherence, no adhesion anywhere,
one clear, burnished, isolated being, unique,
and she also, pure, isolated, complete,
two of us, unutterably distinguished, and in unutterable conjunction.

Then we shall be free, freer than angels, ah, perfect.


VIII

AFTER that, there will only remain that all men
detach themselves and become unique,
that we are all detached, moving in freedom more
than the angels,
conditioned only by our own pure single being,
having no laws but the laws of our own being.

Every human being will then be like a flower, untrammelled.
Every movement will be direct.
Only to be will be such delight, we cover our faces
when we think of it
lest our faces betray us to some untimely fiend.

Every man himself, and therefore, a surpassing
singleness of mankind.
The blazing tiger will spring upon the deer, un-dimmed,
the hen will nestle over her chickens,
we shall love, we shall hate,
but it will be like music, sheer utterance,
issuing straight out of the unknown,
the lightning and the rainbow appearing in us
unbidden, unchecked,
like ambassadors.

We shall not look before and after.
We shall _be_, _now_.
We shall know in full.
We, the mystic NOW.

(From the poem the Manifesto)”
― D.H. Lawrence

“Manifesto. Read my Manifesto. I`ve written a Manifesto. It`s all in the Manfesto!”
― Theodore Kaczynski

“Uma sociedade plural é muito melhor do que uma sociedade em que todos pensam igual. Sem divergências, nada evolui - nem o pensamento, nem o país.”
― Martha Medeiros, Doidas e santas

“There is no clear boundary between mental health and mental illness. Psychological complaints exist on continua with normal behaviours and experiences. Where we draw the line between sanity and madness is a matter of opinion.”
― Richard P. Bentall, Madness Explained: Psychosis and Human Nature

“Remember. Materialism is just another bullshit faith. Poetry is fucking alchemy.”
― R.M. Engelhardt, The Bones of Our Existence, A Journal 2046

“Capitalist manifesto : Profiteers of the world, unite!”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“We sing lyrical excess, exacerbated expressionism, imponed objectivity,
inventiveness, meta-baroque, extravaganza, super metaphor, sublimity, strident, exposure, super-pone, noise, super-objectivity, zillionism, fragmentation and aesthetics of facts, suractivism.”
― Lepota L. Cosmo

“Facts produce structures, objects are lyrical realities.”
― Lepota L. Cosmo

“Tensurrealism creates actual and non-compromised reality, jamboree, fervor, fascination, poetics of an active enthusiasm, interludium, lyrical practice, active happiness.”
― Lepota L. Cosmo

“Irreality is my reality complete with the negligent malevolence of society that everyone else plays for novelty to make a hollow existential point that I manifest flesh.”
― Tamara K. Walker

“Ancient people expressed their ideas through dialogues. Medieval people expressed their ideas through disputations. Modern people expressed their ideas through manifestos. Contemporary people express their ideas through temper tantrums.”
― Jakub Bożydar Wiśniewski

“As punk rock was able to sweep the board clean in music, so must the board be cleared in visual art.”
― Brian Clarke, Architectural Stained Glass

“It is obvious to all who are wise that the foundation of speech will not be demolished by tempestuous events.
(translated by Kayvan Tahmasebian and Rebecca Ruth Gould)”
― Jahan Malek Khatun, Divan of Jahan Malek Khatun: Persia's Great Female Sufi Poet

“WE BELIEVE
in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives on person to stand up for another
WE BELIEVE
in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“I have decided to always respond to anything concerning me, even if I am not directly asked, or ESPECIALLY HEN I AM NOT DIRECTLY ASKED, because I cannot allow others to create my story for me.”
― Krysia (ja)

“We have a COVENANT with WOTAN and it is the Sacred Grudge-Chore of the SubGenius to SMITE The Conspirators and Their slavish Dupes: the Mediocretins, the stupid Pink Boys, the “Hoi Polloi,” Them, the Normals, the Somnabulacs, the Great Unwashed-In-The-Baptism-Of-The-Pee-Of-“Bob,” the malignant ones who breathe down our necks and abuse their territorial urges without ever dreaming that they’re doing it, Assouls, Cage Men, Infidels, Sames, Anthropophobiacs, Conformers, Timeservers, Mole People, Proleterrorists, Philistines, Pharisees, Witch-burners, the ones who have tried to maim our self-respect down through the centuries by making SLACK and antipredictability TABOO, the Thankers and Wankers, Heilers and Smilers, Sloths and Moths, Cons and Johns, Drivellers and Snivellers, Weepers and Sleepers; CreditHeads, Cliants, Kens and Barbies, Errorists, Yes-Buts, Ordinaryans and Lick Spittles, Corpulators, Signifying Monkeys, UnderAlls, the Slackless Ones…in short, the Remnants of Man: those very False Prophets who have been holding us back and forcing Time Addiction on Themselves…and…others…”
― Ivan Stang, The Book of the SubGenius

“Since the beginning of neanderthal man, personal branding has existed. Many choose to believe that personal branding is a new concept and is something that globalization and the expansion of the internet and new technologies have created. Because it is not new, it means we have hundreds of years, as a matter of fact, thousands, to learn and study.”
― Isaac Mashman, Personal Branding: A Manifesto on Fame and Influence

“All animals are equal,
But some animals are more equal than others.”
― George Orwell, Animal Farm

“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again - but already it was impossible to say which was which.”
― George Orwell, Animal Farm

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #11

Puisi lahir dari ketidakstabilan cahaya. Dari kilatan yang gagal menjadi wahyu, dari sinyal yang terlalu lelah memanggil nama Tuhan hingga ia memilih jadi interferensi. Jika para mistikus mencari pencerahan, aku justru mencari kerusakan lintas cahaya sebab di situlah kejujuran, saat kita pertama kali belajar bicara.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #12

Tubuh hanyalah prototipe yang buruk. Ia bocor. Ia retak. Ia menyimpan data lebih buruk daripada server usang di ruang pendingin yang mati. Jiwa? Jiwa hanyalah folder rahasia yang terus mempertanyakan diri yang terus meminta password yang tidak pernah aku tetapkan.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #13

Bahasa adalah mesin amputasi. Setiap kata memotong sebagian makna, mengiris bagian yang ingin lolos, menyisakan fragmen yang menyamar sebagai keseluruhan. Barthes bilang penulis mati. Kataku: bahasa membunuh penulis, kemudian memakan jenazahnya demi memproduksi ilusi keabadian.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #14

Kesunyian bukan ruang hampa—ia adalah algoritma. Setiap senyap menyimpan formula, setiap hening adalah perintah yang menunggu eksekusi. Pada akhirnya, meditasi adalah debugging yang gagal dan doa hanyalah log error yang tidak pernah dibaca oleh siapa pun di pusat server surgawi.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #15

Tidak ada yang bernama ‘makna'. Yang ada hanya sisa-sisa gema yang menempel pada permukaan kata seperti debu kosmik yang malas berpindah. Makna bukanlah tujuan; makna adalah reaksi sampingan dari tabrakan imaji yang tidak koheren.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #16

Luka adalah mata ketiga. Setiap retakan dalam pikiran adalah pintu, setiap patah adalah sensor baru yang membuka dunia lain yang tak pernah bisa dipahami oleh tubuh. Biarkan darah berbicara; ia jauh lebih fasih daripada para filsuf yang sibuk menamai kesedihan dengan teori yang kebingungan menatap kenyataan.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #17

Cinta adalah bug sistemik. Ia muncul karena kesadaran gagal memisahkan dirimu dari data orang lain. Ia bertahan karena tubuh menolak melakukan update yang diperlukan. Ia hancur karena algoritma emosional tidak mampu menjalankan perintah dasar: jangan berharap.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #18

Kematian adalah satu-satunya format yang stabil. Ia tidak berubah, tidak korup, tidak terguncang oleh noise, tidak bergantung pada frekuensi. Yang lain hidup dalam versi beta— kematian adalah rilis resmi yang tidak memerlukan patch.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #19

Aku tidak menulis untuk keindahan. Keindahan adalah residu estetika kepercayaan lama yang tak pernah diperbarui. Aku menulis untuk keretakan, untuk glitch, untuk cahaya yang menyimpang dari jalurnya dan menabrak mata pembaca yang percaya dunia mungkin saja masih dapat dipahami.”
― Titon Rahmawan

“The Architecture of Digital Soul #20

Puisi bagiku bukan teks—melainkan protokol. Ia bekerja seperti virus baik: membuka celah kognitif, meretas persepsi, mengubah cara kita memandang tubuh sendiri. Ia bukan rekreasi. Ia adalah instruksi pembongkaran diri.”
― Titon Rahmawan