E. Armand

anarchist individualism

E. Armand — Bibliography: Articles

June 23, 2019 Shawn P. Wilbur
LINKS: E. Armand — Main Page Fleurs de Solitude (1923-1925) PERIODICALS EDITED BY E. ARMAND: L’Ère nouvelle (1901-1911) [Fragments] [Presse Anarchiste] [Bianco] Éditions de L’Ère nouvelle: [Bianco] Hors du troupeau (1911) [Bianco] Les Réfractaires (1912-1914) […]
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Benjamin R. Tucker on (both of) the French anarchists (1904)

June 19, 2019 Shawn P. Wilbur
— I have recently had the pleasure of paying a visit to the camarade Benj. R. Tucker, whose ideas have been made known to you through our study of the work of Mr. Paul Ghio. Benj. R. Tucker is a great admirer of Max Stirner and of Proudhon, no one will doubt it, and of Mr. Henry Maret. He does not give of himself lightly, so we can only congratulate ourselves on his cordiality, as well as the graciousness of Mme. Tucker. Benj. R. Tucker is not very affectionate toward the libertarians of this country and it was not without  a smile that he frankly declared to us that “there are not three anarchists in France.”

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E. Armand, “Plan for an Anarchist Individualist International” (1927)

June 13, 2019 Shawn P. Wilbur
To spend time with anarchists, just to find oneself as miserable as among the archists—the game is not worth the candle…

To spend time with anarchists, just to be smothered in an atmosphere of intellectual mutilation or a crippling of the life of the senses—that is truly not worth the trouble.

And an Anarchist Individualist International is only possible if those who form it possess first of all have a mentality and habits of their own, very much of their own, released from concerns about experimentation, freed from the fear of living.

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E. Armand, “Plan for an Epitaph” (1923)

May 25, 2019 Shawn P. Wilbur
f someone asked me what inscription I should like to see appear on my grave marker—if ever the luxury of resting in a tomb was given to me—I would first respond that I desire to sleep my last sleep in the nearest hole in the ground. If my friends insisted, this is the epitaph that I would be pleased to have them place on the slab recalling my memory: He lived. He gave of himself. He died unsatisfied.

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