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"Prepare for the coming inaction - be lazy." L.B.
"To do what the boss orders
you to do is slavery,
to do so for money is prostitution."
L.B.
The sacrosanct
notion of work is the cause of mostof humanity's woes.
Never
trust the priests of work because
they've
poisoned their minds with it.
For
example,
the
quantity of economically necessary work declines, yet
politicians
and economists tell us that
the
only way to end unemployment is with
more
useless work.
Why
couldn't more people do much less?
The invention
of workerism gradually, and then even
only
partially, subverted our natural inclination to be
lazy
and our disinclination to work.
The ugly
brown dye of work spills across this miserable civilization, saturating
the fabric of everyday life,
day
after back-breaking day.
The masses martyr themselves with work.
Work surrounds us and lays siege to our souls.
Going to work is like hurling yourself into an abyss.
The time has come to prepare the sacred cow of work for slaughter.
Slaves
feel tired just thinking of all the work they've
yet
to do.
Many
waters cannot quench our thirst for laziness,
nor
floods drown it.
Creativity
constrains the return to work: be creative
and
put severe constraints on work.
Laziness
is a comedy in which we can all play a part,
a veritable
field of sunblown flowers where the unruly
colors
of the universe dance with the wind.
Fling your work schedule into the river of time.
The legends
of paradise teach us to curse work,
reminding
us that laziness is the essential goal
of humanity.
All power
to zeroworker councils - impose a strict
regime
of laziness!
The right
to work is the right to misery and always
implies
the possibility of the right not to work.
Now more
than ever, we've got to fight the measures
designed
to make those who refuse to work, work.
Laziness is the source of all virtue.
Work is the graveyard of bad intentions.
Authentic
humans feel degraded by those who preach
the
religion of work.
Pay your debts with an effigy of your boss.
Wage
labor perpetuates the archaic system whereby armies
and
courts consume the profits of overproduction.
In a ton of work there's not an ounce of love.
Work
or perish -
what
choice is that? I'd rather die than work.
A life
of labor always diminishes one's love of life,
so become
a verb like
Bucky Fuller and cease to be
the
lowly noun spoken of so fondly, once a year,
on Labor
Day.
"Elite"
workers are allied with bosses against fellow
humans
who are either incapable or, praise them, idle.
Work inhibits the noble passions of humanity.
Workers
betray their natural instincts to be lazy and lose their vitality -
stop
being workers and never work again.
Laziness is the mother of passion, a veritable bed of lust.
Disgrace to the proletariat that gives into work.
For Oblomov,
there was the world of work and boredom,
and
the world of rest and enjoyment. We need more
works
that display such love of idleness.
Work isn't a task, it's torture.
The plague
of work, the bulimia of work,
the
homicide of work - give work its proper attributes.
Work is a ball and chain.
No pity for those tormented by a passion for work.
Labor
only sustains life by stunting it. Tell me
how
much you work and I'll tell you what you are.
The only
place to contemplate the wisdom of humanity
is on
the throne of laziness.
Now we
have a system where most work and few
are
lazy. The rejection of work is the basis of
sub-proletarian
revolution, so take victories over
work
where you can get them.
Put your
best efforts into laziness and prepare
for
the coming inaction.
Waiting for the Waterloo of work . . .
The biggest
tragedy of the teen years?
Sublime
being become workers.
Work for full unemployment.
The culture
of productivism employs work for social discipline and
control
- in a word, domination. Look around you in the subway -
you
share the world with masses of domestic slaves on the way to, or recovering
from, their latest paroxysm of work.
Work is long; the boss a beast.
Instead
of the penitentiary of the salary, we want guaranteed social
incomes,
in addition and unrelated to, the number of hours we work.
Kick the work habit.
Death to Malthus, religion and the dogma of work.
Laziness is the religion of the XXIst Century.
Worship the oracle of laziness.
Every prison is built with work.
Inhibit, as best you can, the vice of work.
Workers
and consumers are the miserable servants
of machines
and their endless demands.
Because of the dogma of workerism,
unemployment is a problem
rather than the boon to humanity
that it could be.
The tragedy
is that those who do work, work so much
they
are no longer human.
Those who don't work are reduced to a miserable existence amidst the spectacle of plenty.
Work
is not the continuation of divine creation,
rather
a contest of life and death whereby work
triumphs
over wisdom, and (vice versa).
After all, if God doesn't work, why should I?
Augustine
(the so-called "saint") tied monastic
work
to dive creation and denounced laziness.
The
confusion engendered by the mama's by
Hippo
(between divine work and ordinary labor)
opened
the door to the condemnation of leisure.
The Augustine
classification of licit and illicit jobs
should
be applied by a revolutionary federation of
zeroworker
councils making much of what is now
called
"work" taboo.
Recall
that Paul's "Second Epistle to the Thessalonians"
is used
to invoke the need to work: the Thessalonians
were
convinced that the second coming of Christ was
at hand;
hence work useless. I've never liked Paul -
not
his style, nor his dictum: no work, no eat.
Thomas
Aquinas, reacting to the fact that the number
of illicit
jobs had been reduced as commerce and craft
grew,
came up with the category of common utility that revalued many jobs, including
commerce. This revaluing must be revalued.
Sacrifice
work for the sake of life (or at least
snarl
at your boss and give him the finger).
Production
for the sake of production is as vapid as
art
for art's sake.
The system is bent on economizing time, but it's afraid to give free time to people.
The ethics of effort and competition are ultimately rewarded with the demolition of solidarity.
The seeds of universal solidarity are found in the process of taking time back from work.
According to the priests of work, everything can become a job. The monetizing of all activity disguises work as leisure (and vice versa) and creates a society of impoverished servants, many of whom are still without work.
For the Greeks, to work is to be enslaved by necessity.
To paraphrase
Marx:
Labor
dominates necessity by producing surplus and simultaneously submits to
the instruments of this domination.
Bad workers
can't be controlled by management,
especially
when they're ready to pretend to be loyal
employees
and otherwise lie to the enemy.
For Hegel,
work is "refrained desire," a force that
only
adequately negates the objet of desire.
Desire
frees itself from work by consuming
commodities
in the fires of South Central Los Angeles.
Everything that requires effort and supports the market - shopping, cleaning, watching television - has become work, albeit invisible work.
Work dies on the comfy pillow os laziness, putting a momentary end to the system that sublimates sex with work.
No herb will cure work.
Between wages and salaries flows a river of tears.
Laziness is my food and love my wine.
Work is to life as a wall is to the wind.
Laziness and hedonism prevail over productivism and puritanism.
In other words, workerism is a pile of shit - only mad cocks get on it and crow.
Work sits, as the saying goes, at the brave rider's back.
Freedom begins where work ends.
Work
is the embalming fluid of freedom.
