25 Quotes by Tom McDonough

They have to get approval to run anything. But we have flexibility. We could approve a partial schedule. Though the horsemen have reservations, I don't think there would be much objection to the racing schedule proposed through the spring.

But how many chose to ignore the direct attack they laid on what is fed to all of us as ‘life,’ with its well-defined roads to factory and pool-hall, to work and pleasure, both organized, both shells, both a continuation of existence by forced means, in the shadow of life?

We are leading as thorough a study of ‘alienation’s positive pole’ as of its negative pole. As a consequence of our diagnosis of the poverty of wealth, we are able to establish the world map of the extreme wealth of poverty. These speaking maps of a new topography will be in fact the first realization of ‘human geography.’ On them we will replace oil-deposits with the contours of layers of untapped pedestrian consciousness.

Moreover the present abundance3 of private cars is nothing other than the result of the non-stop propaganda through which capitalist production persuades the mob – and in this case is one of its most confounding successes – that the possession of a car is specifically one of the privileges our society reserves for its privileged members.

Unitary urbanism’s point of departure is the changeableness of our aspirations and our activities. We know that neither eternal truth nor absolute beauty exist and that, for this reason, ideal form does not exist. Form that is in constant modulation and in agreement with the unceasingly changing aspects of our existence, such as we will produce it. The environment in which we live influences our activity, but reciprocally this environment is a product of our creative activity.

At the very opposite of these eccentricities, the chiefly urban character of derive, in touch with those centres of possibilities and meanings that are the metropolises transformed by industry, would correspond to Marx’s sentence: ‘Men can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive.

Here too, as in the Commune almost a century earlier, the struggle was articulated around the hope that ’the antithesis between the everyday and the Festival – whether of labour or of leisure – will no longer be a basis for society.