Month: August 2017

anarchism without adjectives

Sébastien Faure, “The Anarchist Synthesis” (1928)

August 3, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur
THE ANARCHIST SYNTHESIS by Sébastien FAURE The Three Great Anarchist Currents In France, as in the majority of other countries, we distinguish three great anarchist currents, which can be designated in this way: Anarcho-syndicalism; Libertarian communism; Anarchist individualism. It was natural and inevitable that, having reached a certain development, an idea as vast as anarchism would result in this triple manifestation of life. A philosophical and social movement, a movement of ideas and action, intending to make a clean break with all authoritarian institutions, must inevitably give rise to these distinctions necessarily determined by the variety of the situations, milieus […]
reviews

Lilian Hiller Udell, “An American Anarchist” (1914)

August 3, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur
An American Anarchist Selected Works of Voltairine de Cleyre. [Mother Earth Publishing Association, New York.] Into every generation are born certain personalities that have the gift of attracting vast multitudes within their orbit, dominating them, animating them with a single purpose, directing them to a common goal. There are other personalities more richly gifted, of more extended vision, who nevertheless live and die unknown to the greater number of their contemporaries. Aristocrats of the mind, these latter disdain to practice the arts by which popularity is gained and held. They attract, but do not seek to dominate. They persuade, but […]
The Sex Question

Voltairine de Cleyre, “Cremation” (1890)

August 1, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur
For the Boston Investigator. CREMATION. Mr. Editor:—An article in the Truth Seeker from the pen of A. B. Bradford upon the subject of cremation suggested to me the propriety of describing a visit to the Chelten Hills cemetery made by a friend and myself some months ago. Much of the prejudice prevailing among even Freethinkers against this method of disposing of the dead is owning to ignorance of the process of cremation, and the surrounding of the last home of the silent. One bitter winter evening, by a queer accident, the manager of the Cremation Society called upon my friend, […]