He was self-aggrandising, full of shit at times and talked like a poet, but some of the stuff Pasolini was saying in that book I read recently felt incredibly prescient, particularly his final interview and the bits on neoliberalism, and this keeps swirling around in my head,
"I want to say it plainly and clearly: I go down into hell and I see things that don't disturb the peace of others. But be careful. Hell is rising toward the rest of you. It's true that it dreams its own uniform and its own justification (sometimes). But it's also true that its desire, its need to hit back, to assault, to kill, is strong and wide-ranging. The private and risky experience of those who've touched "the violent life" will not be available for long. Don't be fooled. And you are, along with the educational system, television, the pacifying newspapers, the great keepers of this horrendous order founded on the concept of possession and the idea of destruction. Luckily, you seem to be happy when you can tag a murder with its own beautiful description. This to me is just another of mass culture's operations. Since we can't prevent certain things from happening, we find peace in constructing shelves on which to keep them."