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E. Armand, “Ouragan / Hurricane” (1906)

July 24, 2020 Shawn P. Wilbur

Heaps of ruins. Pyres. Blood. Tears. Harrowing cries. Desparate appeals, interspersed with terrifying silences. Pitiful supplications, mad laughter.

Murmurs, quivering, hazy and indistinct. Raucous noises, like the waves when they crash into the rocks.

It is the wind of liberty that whispers.

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E. Armand, “Life As Experience” (1906)

June 6, 2020 Shawn P. Wilbur

La Vie comme expérience Je considère la vie comme une expérience, à vrai dire comme une série d’expériences, qu’il s’agit de rendre les plus riches, les plus abondantes, les plus variées possible. Je pense que l’individu parvient à l’état de conscience, c’est-à-dire de réaction intelligente sur l’environnement, dans la mesure où il analyse et renouvelle les expériences de la vie, qu’il parcourt la gamme des émotions ou des sensations ; tantôt parce qu’elles se rencontrent inévitablement sur le clavier de son existence, tantôt aussi parce qu’il les provoque, le sachant et le voulant. Ce que je dis de la vie […]

E. Armand, “Souvenir / Memory” (1906)

May 12, 2020 Shawn P. Wilbur

Souvenir On ne peut demander à un individu donné plus qu’à d’autres la perfection: chacun a ses tentations : il n’en est pas responsable. Ce dont il est responsable c’est la façon dont il en triomphe. — Marie Kugel. Dans la nuit calme, hier, j’ai relu « ses » lettres ; Profond et lourd aussi le silence planait, Il était tard ; nul bruit ; obscures les fenêtres… Hélas ! mon âme en deuil ne connaît plus la paix… Pauvres fragments épars ; échos d’espoirs sans nombre, Beaux songes envolés pour ne plus revenir, Songes qu’on prolongeait à voix basse et dans l’ombre, — […]

E. Armand, “Un Portrait / A Portrait” (1906)

April 18, 2020 Shawn P. Wilbur

Un Portrait J’ai cloué sur le mur un portrait de Reclus, Dans un cadre en carton, car je ne suis pas riche. Je garde ce portrait, non pas comme un fétiche, Mais comme un souvenir de celui qui n’est plus. J’aime, si vous saviez, son regard tendre et clair : Ce regard tout empreint d’une bonté profonde. — Consolante bonté, baume, à merveilleuse onde Qui passe, adoucissant le sort le plus amer. — Injuste qui tairait sa vaste connaissance… Mais qu’il m’est doux penser que jamais l’indulgence Ne déserta son cœur et qu’en toute saison Plus on était meurtri, lus, bas […]

Ernest Crosby, “Golden Rule Jones: Mayor of Toledo” (1906)

October 27, 2019 Shawn P. Wilbur

Golden Rule Jones: Mayor of Toledo By ERNEST CROSBY (1906) Publishers’ Note This sketch of Golden Rule Jones appeared originally in The Craftsman of Syracuse, New York, and is now reprinted, after revision, with the consent of the Editor of that magazine. I IN BUSINESS It was in Chicago in the winter of 1895-1896 that I made the acquaintance of Samuel Milton Jones. We had both been invited to some kind of a conference and were entertained at one of the “settlements” of the city. His fame had not reached me at that time, for he had not yet entered […]

Ricardo Mella, “Hopes” (1906)

September 16, 2018 Shawn P. Wilbur

[one_half padding=”0 10px 0 0px”] Esperanzas Todo en la vida material ha cambiado prodigiosamente. En la vida social, el obrero esclavo del salario, existe todavía para alimentar, recrear y conservar a una casta de hombres que tiene de su parte la supremacía del dinero. Para el resto de los humanos que no pertenecen a esa casta, la civilización es abstracta, ideal, no traducida en hechos; el progreso una engañosa ilusión con cuya conquista se pavonean los servidores privilegiados del tercer estado enriquecido. El pueblo carece de todo; carece primeramente de pan. Civilización, progreso, ciencia, arte, e industria, no son para […]

Voltairine de Cleyre, “Review—The Curse of Race Prejudice” (1906)

July 28, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur

REVIEWS—THE CURSE OF RACE PREJUDICE. By Voltairine De Cleyre. LIKE all the writings of Jas. F. Morton, his “Curse of Race Prejudice” is conceived in a spirit of fairness—fair even to laboriousness at times. One might occasionally wish for a little more ginger to spice it! For if ever warmth was justified, it surely is when one is characterizing the unspeakable acts of Negrophobiacs and Jew torturers. Nevertheless the average reader will undoubtedly in the end be more deeply impressed by Morton’s quiet and even speech than by the gall that bites and the vinegar that eats. The substance of […]

Voltairine de Cleyre, et al, “James’s Vindication of Anarchism” (1906)

July 28, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur

JAMES’S VINDICATION OF ANARCHISM. AN APPEAL. Comrades and Friends:— It has been the earnest desire of many of the former readers of Free Society to see the work entitled, “Vindication of Anarchism,” by C. L. James, issued in book form. The comrades of Philadelphia, whose original suggestion was in a measure the occasion which called forth the work, have steadily kept this purpose in view ever since its serial appearance in Free Society, regarding it as one of the serious contributions to a fundamental literature of Anarchism. The creation of such a literature is, in our opinion, the most definite […]

Voltairine de Cleyre, “An Open Letter to Maxim Gorky” (1906)

July 28, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur

AN OPEN LETTER. Philadelphia, Pa., Aug., 1906. Maxim Gorky, New York City. My right to address you is that I have felt the best that your soul has felt, and loved you for your voice that cried out of the deeps; and that not less have I felt the shame and degradation of your conduct as a weak and shambling creeper, since you have been in America. Hedged about like the Russian Czar by those that have used you and fooled you; seeker for the gifts of those who have spit in your face; insulter of those to whom you […]

Voltairine de Cleyre, “The Triumph of Youth” (1906)

July 28, 2017 Shawn P. Wilbur

The Triumph of Youth THE afternoon blazed and glittered along the motionless tree-tops and down into the yellow dust of the road. Under the shadows of the trees, among the powdered grass and bushes, sat a woman and a man. The man was young and handsome in a way, with a lean eager face and burning eyes, a forehead in the old poetic mould crowned by loose dark waves of hair; his chin was long, his lips parted devouringly and his glances seemed to eat his companion’s face. It was not a pretty face, not even ordinarily good looking,—sallow, not […]