(Mechanics and Drivers!)
Mechanics cannot die because it has no soul. To a mechanic the paradox is incomprehensible because it transcends the laws of mechanics. The paradox is a leap from mechanics into life. The paradox is alive as electricity. Electricity is not mechanical. SO LET’S NOT BE MECHANICAL BUT RATHER ELECTRICAL.
Contact between electric wires creates a spark. Contact between young people also creates a spark. It is an electric flame. To the mechanic it is dangerous for it makes a short circuit that burns through mechanisms. The short circuit burns through mechanisms. We are coming to destroy mechanisms. Man-machine will be destroyed. Hang a placard: MAN-MACHINE will be destroyed!
Lightning rods serve no purpose. Lightning must ignite the soul. Let it strike, set the soul aflame! We must destroy all mechanisms. We’ve declared war on all mechanisms! This is the first proclamation of war in the state of SCS. It was enacted in Slovenia. FIGHT ALL MECHANISMS!
Dawn is breaking! Can you feel the shimmer? No more peoples or nations, no more humanity. One Man stands at the center of the world, just one Man crowned with white thorns. And above him humanity’s silver halo. (Was it a storm, death itself?) Only one Man, and everyone standing around him are just his different faces. (Is he a miner, tanner, dockhand, peasant, functionary, writer, scholar or beggar? I can’t tell. Is he a Slovene, German, Russian or Frenchman? I don’t know. All I know is I am terribly fond of this Man, whoever he is, whatever he is.) I don’t know who he is, what he is, for me it is enough to know only this: I LOVE HIM!
New humanity is rising. What if it comes from the depths? IT WAS HUMILIATED. What if it comes from the abyss? IT WAS DESECRATED! What if it comes with thunder and lightning? IT WAS SUPPRESSED!
There’s only one thing ... that he is coming, let him come! What if he comes over dead bodies? There’s life force within him. A force that defies death.
Open the windows! Wild air enters the room, a new atmo-sphere full of ozone, robust with health! (Ozone from pine trees!)
Open the windows, open the doors: NEW MAN IS COMING. All mechanisms must die! New Man is coming!
Bow to his suffering, kneel to his humiliation, greet his force. (All suffering was for him — joy, humiliation — glorification, force — resurrection.)
All mechanisms must die! NEW MAN IS COMING!
Let me greet him too!
Tomaj in the Karst, July 1925
Machine City’s tracks