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Continuiamo a rendere disponibili vecchi e nuovi materiali di analisi e di critica radicale e sovversiva, confidando che questo possa dare continuamente nuovi spunti per operare nel quotidiano odierno contro cio` che ci affligge e contro i nostri nemici materiali, lo Stato il capitale i loro servi e cani da guardia, ed immateriali, e cioe` le nostre paure.
Continue reading Materiali di riflessione sul primo fascismo e i tentativi di opporvisi.
Noi non abbiamo bisogno di veli per scrutare ciò che si nasconde nei meandri obliqui ed oscuri degli opportunismi dei partiti, i cui uomini hanno posizioni da soddisfare o posizioni da difendere. Perciò faremo solo delle constatazioni scevre da ogni livore di parte o da rancori che ci assopiscono od esplodono…
Continue reading MENTRE LA BUFERA INFURIA…
A while ago, in an issue of Umanitá Nova, there was a debate between comrades Enzo Martucci and Malatesta. They topic was individualism. The one who is writing this understands anarchism from an individualistic perspective and is therefore jumping in.
Continue reading My Anarchism by Armando Diluvi
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Oh, good “Goliard”, come—come to me!
Come and listen to the sublime verses of my perverse, cursed lyre. Come and listen to the laughter of my melancholy…
Continue reading With Sincere Pity by Renzo Novatore (from Il Proletario 1922)
Black flags in the wind
stained with blood and sun
Black flags in the sun
howling of glory in the wind
We need to return to the origins. To drink at the ancient fountains.
We need to return to heroic anarchism, to individual, violent, reckless, poetic, decentering audacity…
Continue reading BLACK FLAGS by Renzo Novatore
Erinne Vivani 1922
Nella pallida e triste ora crepuscolare, gravida di avvenimenti comici e tragici, mentre ogni ridicola meschinità assurge a manifestazione e il delitto viene eretto a sistema di vita, ad esercitazione ginnico sportiva, mentre il sangue dei cittadini rivoluzionari e non rivoluzionari bagna le belle contrade d’Italia, l’individualismo anarchico — unica e fulgida realtà della vita e della storia — incide maestosamente e gloriosamente al di sopra di tanta putredine civile e sociale verso la gioia, verso la libertà, verso il sole.
Continue reading RISO SACRILEGO
rugged, brave men who furiously climbed aboard, singing the wild song of destruction and death? Why wasn’t I born in the boundless grasslands of South America, among free, fierce gauchos, who tame the fiery colt with the “lasso” and fearlessly attack the terrible jaguar?… Why? Why? The children of the night, my brothers, impatient with every law and all control, would have included me.
Continue reading The Damned Song
Oh!… Why wasn’t I born on a pirate ship, lost on the endless ocean, in the midst of a handful of rugged, brave men who furiously climbed aboard, singing the wild song of destruction and death? Why wasn’t I born in the boundless grasslands of South America, among free, fierce gauchos, who tame the fiery colt with the “lasso” and fearlessly attack the terrible jaguar?… Why? Why? The children of the night, my brothers, impatient with every law and all control, would have included me. These people, spirits thirsty for freedom and the infinite, would have known how to read the great book that is in my minds, un utterly marvelous poem of pain and conflict, of sublime aspirations and impossible dreams… My intellectual heritage would have been their intangible treasure, and at the clear fount of my satanic pride and eternal rebellion, they would have fortified their strength, already violently shaken by a thousand hurricanes.
Continue reading Heroic Spring by Enzo Martucci
