Nicht zu überhören: zwei Legenden, zwei Meister der Worte kollidieren und kommen sich näher.
Location: Happy Harrys Bar, wo schon Rorschach seinen Kummer wegsoff.
Žižek:
„Look, this Manifest – this is not a text, it is an existential fistfuck!
It says: No! Not maybe. Not later. Not after therapy.
Just: No, thank you, I prefer extinction! And, money!
And you know what? I love it.“
Bukowski:
„It’s the first time I read something that made me wanna puke
and clap at the same time. This guy Happy Harry – he’s not writing.
He’s vomiting onto the page. And the vomit spells:
‘Fuck your parenthood, Karen.’“
Žižek:
„YES! That’s beautiful!
The refusal of reproduction as an act of radical freedom!
This is not depression, it is revolutionary asceticism!
Like Bartleby – I would prefer not to – but in spermform!
We need more of this! More Bartlebys, less Babys!“
Bukowski:
„The guy says:
‘You made me. Now pay for it – forever.’
That’s not ethics.
That’s mafia logic.
And I respect that.“
Žižek:
„Children are not gifts.
They are tiny ideological time bombs!
You implant them with Netflix, Nationalism and Nachhilfe –
and then wonder why they explode at 14!“
Bukowski:
„People fuck like apes and then expect their spawn to become astronauts. Instead, they become YouTubers with burnout at 19 and a bio saying: Plant Dad. Mental Health Advocate. Vegan when I can.
I mean – kill me again.“
Žižek:
„And this author – he doesn’t ask for reform.
He wants annihilation with manners.
It’s like… Bartleby the Antinatalist!
‘I would prefer not to… exist.’
Marvelous.“
Bukowski:
„This is the only book that doesn’t want to save the world.
It wants to unplug it. Like a dying fridge.
And light a cigarette from the last flicker of the compressor.“
Žižek:
„Maybe the only ethical act left is to stop creating new victims.
No more humans.
No more screams.
Just a beautiful silence
punctuated by the death rattle of consumer capitalism.“
Bukowski:
„So – to hell with diapers,
baby showers, and little shits named Lias-Joel.
Let’s print this Manifest on every condom wrapper in the world.
Front: Ich will aber nicht!
Back: You’re welcome.“
Žižek:
„Yes yes yes – pure eventlessness!
The final blow to history:
No future because no generation!
This is the end of Hegel.
This is the end of hope.
This is… beautiful!“
„I will teach it at university.
But only to students who were never born.
Bukowski:
„Then it’ll be a quiet fucking class.“
Dieses Gespräch hat nie stattgefunden. Hätte es aber können. Es ist Teil meiner Performance.