“I am absolutely not some evil spirit or monster of morality. If anything, I am the opposite of the type of person who has been traditionally admired as virtuous. I am a disciple of Dionysus and would rather be a satyr than a saint.”
—F. Nietzsche, Ecce Homo, “Preface” §2 (edited excerpt).
Let men have their fun blabbering on and on about the Revolution—They’re free to do it! The nihilist women are tired of all this procrastination and are determined to act. Thinking about annihilating the bourgeoisie, they are ready to sacrifice everything to hasten the realization of this undertaking. In the inextinguishable hatred that is devouring us, they will call up whatever strength is necessary to overcome all obstacles.
But since this grandiose project cannot be carried out in one day, they will take their time, preferring for now to use poison and once in a while, to achieve their goal more easily, with a few bad seeds.
The nihilist women will make up for their lack of scientific knowledge and laboratory practice by mixing in the food of their exploiters small doses of deadly substances that are available to the poor and easy to handle for the most ignorant and inexperienced women.
From hundreds of ingredients with incontestable results, we can cite: lead acetate, which you can get in a few days if you leave lead shot sitting around or leave a piece of lead in vinegar; pieces of rotten meat; hemlock, which is so often mistaken for parsley and which grows everywhere on the side of the road and on the backsides of ditches.
At least we will give back to our despicable oppressors some of the evil that they give us every day. We will not smile and support the tyranny knowing that our enemies’ lives are at our mercy … They want to be the masters! Let them suffer the consequences.
In the three years that the league has been around, hundreds of bourgeois families have already paid the fatal price, gnawed away by a mysterious illness that medicine cannot explain or heal.
To work, then, all you women who are fed up with suffering and who are looking for a remedy to your misery. Imitate the nihilist women! —Manifesto of Nihilist Women (1883) (complete)
But since this grandiose project cannot be carried out in one day, they will take their time, preferring for now to use poison and once in a while, to achieve their goal more easily, with a few bad seeds.
The nihilist women will make up for their lack of scientific knowledge and laboratory practice by mixing in the food of their exploiters small doses of deadly substances that are available to the poor and easy to handle for the most ignorant and inexperienced women.
From hundreds of ingredients with incontestable results, we can cite: lead acetate, which you can get in a few days if you leave lead shot sitting around or leave a piece of lead in vinegar; pieces of rotten meat; hemlock, which is so often mistaken for parsley and which grows everywhere on the side of the road and on the backsides of ditches.
At least we will give back to our despicable oppressors some of the evil that they give us every day. We will not smile and support the tyranny knowing that our enemies’ lives are at our mercy … They want to be the masters! Let them suffer the consequences.
In the three years that the league has been around, hundreds of bourgeois families have already paid the fatal price, gnawed away by a mysterious illness that medicine cannot explain or heal.
To work, then, all you women who are fed up with suffering and who are looking for a remedy to your misery. Imitate the nihilist women! —Manifesto of Nihilist Women (1883) (complete)
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I have scarcely begun to make you understand that I don’t intend to play the game. —Guy Debord
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“Saying yes to life, even in its strangest and harshest problems, is what I call Dionysian. That is the bridge I found to the psychology of the tragic poet. Not to escape horror and pity or cleanse yourself of a dangerous affect by violent discharge, as Aristotle thought, but rather so that you yourself may be the eternal joy in becoming.”
—F. Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols, “What I Owe The Ancients,” §5 (edited excerpt).
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Is ecstasy possible in destruction? —Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Letters
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