I don’t necessarily agree with everything that I say.
Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers.
Art is anything you can get away with.
Language is metaphor in the sense that it not only stores but translates experience from one mode into another. Money is metaphor in the sense that it stores skill and labour and also translates one skill into another.
That outering or uttering of sense which is language and speech is a tool which “made it possible for man to accumulate experience and knowledge in a form that made easy transmission and maximum use possible.
As the Western world has invested every aspect of its waking life with visual order, with procedures and spaces that are uniform, continuous and connected, it has progressively alienated itself from needful involvement in its subconscious life.
Only the small secrets need to be protected. The large ones are kept secret by public incredulity.
World War III is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.
There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.
Advertising is an environmental striptease for a world of abundance.
It is the weak and confused who worship the pseudosimplicities of brutal directness.
Environments are not just containers, but are processes that change the content totally.
The successor to politics will be propaganda. Propaganda, not in the sense of a message or ideology, but as the impact of the whole technology of the times.
Publication is a self-invasion of privacy.
Today the tyrant rules not by club or fist, but disguised as a market researcher, he shepherds his flocks in the ways of utility and comfort.
Only puny secrets need protection. Big discoveries are protected by public incredulity.