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“O corpo coletivo funciona como um corpo individual: se o sistema é neurótico, ele engendra espontaneamente estruturas autodestruidoras. Quando o inconsciente coletivo supervaloriza a maternidade através da mídia e da indústria do entretenimento - esses instrumentos de poder -, não se trata de amor pelo feminino ou de um ato de bondade global. A mãe portadora de todas as virtudes nada mais é do que o corpo coletivo que se prepara para a regressão fascista. O poder outorgado por um Estado doentio é forçosamente suspeito.”

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King Kong théorie

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Virginie Despentes
Virginie Despentes

Virginie Despentes is a French writer born on June 13, 1969. Known for her sharp social criticism and feminist perspective, her works include novels such as 'Bitch' and 'Bad Girls'. more

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“But we must not do this often, in case the mind acquires a bad habit; yet at times it must be stimulated to rejoice without restraint and austere soberness must be banished for a while. For whether we agree with the Greek poet that ‘Sometimes it is sweet to be mad,’ or with Plato that ‘A man sound in mind knocks in vain at the doors of poetry,’ or with Aristotle that ‘No great intellect has been without a touch of madness,’ only a mind that is deeply stirred can utter something noble and beyond the power of others. When it has scorned everyday and commonplace thoughts and risen aloft on the wings of divine inspiration, only then does it sound a note nobler than mortal voice could utter. As long as it remains in its senses it cannot reach any lofty and difficult height: it must desert the usual track and race away, champing the bit and hurrying its driver in its course to a height it would have feared to scale by itself.”