Few manuscripts of The Democratic Republic of Free People(s) today are forgivable. Black on the canvas, silence on the screen, an empty white sheet of paper, are perhaps feasible. There is little conjunction of Freedom and social ‘Democracy’. Around us are pseudo-events, to which we adjust with a false Freedom adapted to see these events as true and Democratic, and even as beautiful. In The Democratic Republic of Free People the truth resides now less in what things are than in what they are not. Our social realities are so ugly if seen in the light of exiled Freedom, and beauty is almost no longer possible. What is to be done? We who are still alive, living in the often fibrillating heartland of a senescent capitalism - can we do more than reflect on the decay around and within us? Can we do more than sing our sad and bitter songs of disillusion and defeat?