We have a method for the destruction of work. We are in search of a positive measure of non-work, a measure of our liberation from that disgusting slavery from which the bosses have always profited, and which the official socialist movement has always imposed on us like some sort of title of nobility. No, we really cannot call ourselves ‘socialists’, for we can no longer accept your disgrace.
At long last,
We are all bastards.
And that most venerable man which I
Did call my father, was I know not where
When I was stamp’d.