Capital
has resolved personal worth into exchange value, and in place of numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, it has set up that single, unconscionable freedom — free trade
More relevant than it had been at the date of its first publication, 21 February 1848
I had supposed that intellectuals frequently loved truth, but I found here again that not ten per cent of them prefer truth to popularity.
(Russels)
I was rather interested in my fellow-prisoners, who seemed to me in no way morally inferior to the rest of the population, though they were on the whole slightly below the usual level of intelligence , as was shown by the their having been caught.
(Russels)
Sure, much can be said about the reform that is known under the title
prevede tra le altre cose l’assunzione di circa 100mila insegnanti precari
She sang the heavenly lullaby,
The old song of abnegation,
By which the people, this giant fool,
Is lulled from its lamentation.
I know the tune, I know the words,
I also know every author;
I know they secretly drank wine,
While publicly preaching water.
A new song, a better song,
My friends will be my aim!
We should, right now on earth,
finding a “new home” now and will be published with Nova Science. Just working on the fine tuning of the contract after WVFS goes stray …
Just doing there final work – proof reading etc. – A book under the title
Opening Views against the Closure of the World
should then soon ready for publication at http://www.wvfs.at. Some overview in the following.
The contributions collected in this volumes are all centred around challenges we face globally – and saying globally means that they are taking such perspective seriously as one that “concerns us all”. Too often social science remains explicitly limited by understanding the process of globalisation as a matter of (i) maintaining the old developmentalist perspective, presuming the superiority of what is today called global north or (ii) as suspicious, i.e. defending in one way or another indigeneity. A possible further move consists in (iii) claiming some form of merger, the caminare insieme, for which the present pope can claim some fame, is then reduced on some moral statement, translated into demanding collective rationality against…
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Hier eine andere Version in Deutsch – mit Music
Non han ne gli sbarrati occhi una lacrima,
Ma digrignano i denti e a’ telai stanno.
Tessiam, Germania, il tuo lenzuolo funebre,
E tre maledizion l’ordito fanno –
Tessiam, tessiam, tessiamo!
Maledetto il buon Dio! Noi lo pregammo
Ne le misere fami, a i freddi inverni:
Lo pregammo, e sperammo, ed aspettammo:
Egli, il buon Dio, ci saziò di scherni.
Tessiam, tessiam, tessiamo!
E maledetto il re! de i gentiluomini,
De i ricchi il re, che viscere non ha:
Ei ci ha spremuto infin l’ultimo picciolo,
Or come cani mitragliar ci fa.
Tessiam, tessiam, tessiamo!
Maledetta la patria, ove alta solo
Cresce l’infamia e l’abominazione!
Ovo ogni gentil fiore è pesto al suolo,
E i vermi ingrassa la corruzione.
Tessiam, tessiam, tessiamo!
Vola la spola ed il telaio scricchiola,
Noi tessiamo affannosi e notte e dì:
Tessiam, vecchia Germania, il lenzuol funebre Tuo, che di tre maledizion s’ordì.
Tessiam, tessiam, tessiamo!
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A curse to the king, the king of the wealthy,
Who could not be moved by our misery,
Who squeezed from us our last penny,
And like dogs, let us be shot and die in agony –
We are weaving, we are weaving!
A curse to our fake country,
Where every flower gets snapped too early,
Where only shame and infamy can thrive,
Where rottenness and decay keep the worms alive –
We are weaving, we are weaving!
The shuttle flies, the loom crackles loud
Old Germany, we are weaving your shroud,
We weave day and night, we do not quit –
And it is the triple curse that we weave in it,
We are weaving , we are weaving!
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Sie sitzen am Webstuhl und fletschen
die Zähne:
Deutschland, wir weben dein Leichentuch,
Wir weben hinein den dreifachen Fluch –
Wir weben, wir weben!
Ein Fluch dem Gotte, zu dem wir
gebeten
In Winterskälte und Hungersnöten;
Wir haben vergebens gehofft und geharrt,
Er hat uns geäfft, gefoppt und genarrt –
Wir weben, wir weben!
Ein Fluch dem König, dem König der Reichen,
Den unser Elend nicht konnte erweichen
Der den letzten Groschen von uns erpreßt
Und uns wie Hunde erschiessen läßt –
Wir weben, wir weben!
Ein Fluch dem falschen Vaterlande,
Wo nur gedeihen Schmach und Schande,
Wo jede Blume früh geknickt,
Wo Fäulnis und Moder den Wurm erquickt –
Wir weben, wir weben!
Das Schiffchen fliegt, der Webstuhl kracht,
Wir weben emsig Tag und Nacht –
Altdeutschland, wir weben dein Leichentuch,
Wir weben hinein den dreifachen Fluch,
Wir weben, wir weben!
Yes, it is a heading that can easily be mistaken, but reading about EU-policy and referring “being criminal” to various policy makers, and the new Foreign Office minister, Lady Anelay, will hopefully easily get you there.
It is a disgrace, reading in yesterday’s Guardian
British policy was quietly spelled out in a recent House of Lords written answer by the new Foreign Office minister, Lady Anelay: “We do not support planned search and rescue operations in the Mediterranean,” she said, adding that the government believed there was “an unintended ‘pull factor’, encouraging more migrants to attempt the dangerous sea crossing and thereby leading to more tragic and unnecessary deaths”.
What we currently see as anti-migrant policies is unbearably when considering the human tragedy and it leaves only one demand: If we are serious about human rights people like Anelay should be immediately convicted.
(For the original reference click here)
“It is an absolute perfection and virtually divine to know how to enjoy our being rightfully. We seek other conditions because we do not understand the use of our own, and go outside of ourselves because we do not know what it is like inside. Yet there is no use our mounting on stilts, for on stilts we must still walk on our own legs. And on the loftiest throne in the world we are still sitting only on our own rump.”
Montaigne
Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.
Æsop
COMMEDIA DELLA VITA OR PÁNTA RÊI'S FIRM GROUND 