ON REVOLUTIONARY SADISM
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bourgeoisie know what they're about when they give their children
soldiers and cannon for toys. Let us do the same, let us give our
own children armies of leaden workers, barricades, buses, fac–
tories, and an enemy army as horrible as the heart desires, made
up of capitalists, preachers and cops. For the child, play should
be a game of massacre. Our holidays need no longer be those of
the bourgeois calendar; for chocolate Easter eggs let us substitute
chocolate guillotines!
Excite desire! Monogamy does not exist yet. After the
butcher, the prostitute! It is up to her to give the child a taste, and
not a disgust, for love.
The child will not learn to love works of art by visiting
museums. What he wants and what his heart appreciates are movies
and photographs to excite his senses. The child wants to become a
man and tries to identify himself with persons stronger than he,
and to him, strength means
~uscle
and sex. He goes to the athletic
field and the brothel, for it is there that he can measure his powers.
Let us encourage this healthy tendency, let us make him strong.
Before he loves, let him learn to love physically.
If
he shows any
inclination, the desire to think and feel, to take for his hero an
Einstein, a Picasso, a Stravinsky, a Trotsky, will come to him of
its own accord, without his being pushed. Cruel, but not hard,
cruel, but sensitive-that is the way we want him to be! He will
tum his eyes away from no spectacle then; everywhere he will be
one who acts; his influence will be activating; no thought, no feel–
ing, no action will frighten him. His thought will have the vehem–
ence and the passionate content of the most gratuitous act, and his
most daring action will have the beauty and clarity of the purest
thought. A life rich and clear will indissolubly knit together action
and thought.
Then man will conquer!
No extravagance will frighten him, for his thought and his
action will always be ready to support each new audacity!
From now on let us teach the child to look straight at madness!
When he wants to read, put in his hands the works best calcu–
lated to excite his desire. Show him the succulent dreams, the
syrups of passion, the wines of blood, the burning kisses, the moist
looks, all that bread of life, that whole body of love!
