*TARI BARI*
Martin Kähler & Francesco Snote

TARI BARI
Attention, zombies: tonight I’m going to smash your brains in.
Even this applause... applause for nothing, this encouragement of nothingness... I came here to relax. Anyone looking for controversy is out of luck — you can leave.

You can’t talk to me. You can talk to yourself; I am finally here as a spectator. You cannot speak to a classic. The dead are the ones entitled to answers, so answer yourself!

It’s time to start understanding, to become familiar with words. I’m not talking about the Word, not the Logos, but words themselves; instead, language screws you over. It pierces you. It passes right through you and you don’t even notice. You spit on the beyond of the pleasure principle; you brandish and applaud the obvious, you’ve turned this obviousness into a fucking dick in exchange for your own. But I do not challenge you: I do not see you!

There is nothing to answer — what should I answer? If you are standing before nothingness, before someone who denies being a citizen bitten, even before birth, by the serpent of unconsciousness — fine. And now you also want to be entertained? You find refuge from boredom; you zombies belong to vulgar amusement, you do not think. Only those who think get bored!

But look, I cannot tell the truth — truth is a whore, and I am not. I do not possess the truth. I am not a whore; I cannot tell the truth, I do not know the truth, I can only utter idiocies. I am Traviata, all right? I can say only what I cannot say.

God does not exist, and yet He exists — what does that have to do with me? This “I” — and then, which “I”? We have so many of them. How many doubles? Which double are you referring to when you speak about me?
You are damned, but I do not challenge you, I do not see you. So know who this man was: one who detests you, who cannot stand you. If only we were capable of hatred — the only humanoid feeling that is at least profound.
I do not speak to those who bust my balls with Being and with existence! I do not want to speak with ontology — down with ontology! I don’t give a damn about it!

Go fuck yourself! Go where I told you to go, go to that sacred address. Go make me a tea, two teas, tea, tea — drink them!