Capital (n.) is the unnamable thing earlier societies warded off before it arrived.
Capital (n.) is a point of subjectification par excellence.
Capital (n.) is the real barrier of capitalist production: every barrier it overcomes returns on a more formidable scale.
Capital (n.) is the body without organs of the capitalist: it gives sterile money the form whereby money produces money.
Capital (n.) becomes a mystic being: all labor's social productive forces seem to issue from the womb of capital itself.
Capital (n.) would gladly ship its flows off to the moon if the capitalist State were not there to haul them back to earth.
Capital (n.) is a post-mortem despotism, the despot become anus and vampire: dead labour that lives only by sucking living labour.
Capital (n.) springs from Marx's black humor — his fascination with a machine that risks not dying alone but making us die, while we cry to the end, Long live capital!
Capital (n.) becomes filiative when money begets money: value differentiates itself from its surplus as father from son, yet both are one and of one age.
Capital (n.) reaches its absolute speed in a new smooth space made by the multinationals — what matters now is not fixed versus circulating but striated versus smooth capital.