Because Montréal, this city, my city, is burning with life, but not burning at all
by Thierry Bardini
“As we passed this week the hundredth day of what was at first a student movement and appears now as a slow growing and maybe even tranquillest revolution, as people are taking to the streets with chants and noise, recycling every night the Acadian Tintamarre, or the French Charivari, as we follow in social meshworks and other digital means the lines of flight of a rhizomatic and definitely molar becoming other, as the young adult spokespersons of an even younger direct democracy brave the corruption suspected clowns posing obnoxiously as leaders and exception-determining law makers, as I experience all this in the streets with a growing uneasiness for the media circus that claims to report it. Now human pride, which always takes the upper hand and is the natural cause of laughter in the case of the comic, turns out to be the natural cause of laughter in the case of the grotesque (Baudelaire again, “On The Essence of Laughter”, 1855). Yes, I, who so often felt like Günther Anders, calmly desperate, yes, I found hope again in a fit of laughter.”
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VIRALITY 