However hard we try to bring in the new; it comes into being only in the midst of clumsy deals. Peter Weiss More Quotes by Peter Weiss More Quotes From Peter Weiss We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out. Peter Weiss generationswayideas The important thing Peter Weiss importanteyehair What has gone wrong with the men who are ruling I'd like to know who they think they are fooling They told us that torture was over and gone but everyone knows the same torture goes on Peter Weiss goes-onmenthinking Don't be deceived when our Revolution has been finally stamped out and they tell you things are better now Even if there's no poverty to be seen because the poverty's been hidden even if you ever got more wages and could afford to buy more of these new and useless goods which these new industries foist on you and even if it seems to you that you never had so much that is only the slogan of those who still have much more than you Peter Weiss povertywagesuseless We can say what we like without favour or fear and what we can't say we can breathe in your ear Peter Weiss favourbreatheears The only truths we can point to are the ever-changing truths of our own experience. Peter Weiss truth Once and for all the idea of glorious victories won by the glorious army must be wiped out. Niether side is glorious. On either side they're just frightened men messing their pants and they all want the same thing - not to lie under theearth, but to walk upon it - without crutches. Peter Weiss militarywarlying With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art. Peter Weiss lustpeopleart What's the point of a revolution without general copulation copulation copulation Peter Weiss revolution Fight on land and sea All men want to be free If they don't never mind we'll abolish all mankind Peter Weiss fightingseamen Something unfathomable lies behind every thought ... something for which there aren't any words. Peter Weiss unfathomablebehindslying We're all so clogged with dead ideas passed from generation to generation that even the best of us don't know the way out We invented the Revolution but we don't know how to run it Look everyone wants to keep something from the past a souvenir of the old regime This man decides to keep a painting This one keeps his mistress He [ pointing ] keeps his garden He [ pointing ] keeps his estate He keeps his country house He keeps his factories This man couldn't part with his shipyards This one kept his army and that one keeps his king Peter Weiss kingsrunningcountry I could buy myself paper, a pen, a pencil and a brush and could create pictures whenever and wherever I wanted. ... That evening, in the spring of 1947, on the embankment of the Seine in Paris, at the age of thirty, I saw that it was possible to live and work in the world, and that I could participate in the exchange of ideas that was taking place all around, bound to no country. Peter Weiss springcountryideas Woe to the man who tries to stretch the imagination of man He shall be mocked he shall be scourged by the blinkered guardians of morality. Peter Weiss imaginationtryingmen We've got rights the right to starve We've got jobs waiting for work We're all brothers lousy and dirty We're all free and equal to die like dogs Peter Weiss brotherdogjobs Nature supplies the game of chess with its implements; science with its system; art with its aesthetic arrangement of its problems; and God endows it with its blessed power of making people happy. Peter Weiss blessedgamesart Once we thought a few hundred corpses would be enough then we saw thousands were still too few and today we can't even count all the dead Everywhere you look. Peter Weiss would-bewarlooks Charlotte Corday walked alone Paris birds sang sugar calls Charlotte walked down lanes of stone through the haze of perfume stalls Charlotte smelt the dead's gangrene Heard the singing guillotine Peter Weiss parissingingbird Every death even the cruelest death drowns in the total indifference of Nature Nature herself would watch unmoved if we destroyed the entire human race I hate Nature this passionless spectator this unbreakable iceberg-face that can bear everything this goads us to greater and greater acts Peter Weiss hateracewatches Long ago I abandoned my masterpiece a roll of paper thirty yards long which I filled completely with minute handwriting in my dungeon years ago It vanished when the Bastille fell it vanished as everything written everything thought and planned will disappear Peter Weiss long-agodungeonsyears
