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Title: Thoughts and Sayings
Author: Renzo Novatore
Date: 1917
Language: en
Topics: civilization, anti-civ, philosophy, Mikhail Bakunin
Source: The Collected Writings of Renzo Novatore
Notes: Translated by Wolfi Landstreicher.

Renzo Novatore

Thoughts and Sayings

Man owes his arm to the Republic, his intelligence to the gods, his

person to the family; but the feelings of his heart are free. So wrote

Plato. But I don’t agree with any of this except what relates to the

feeling of the heart; the rest, aside from being very questionable,

could also be detestable.

Troilus wrote: I don’t want to be myself, or have knowledge of what I

feel. And I note with bitter sadness that there are so many who have

carried out this terrifying curse of his, and, what is worse, who want

to impose it as the gospel of life on their children.

The one who has found himself again hears songs of freedom and victory

echoing in the depths of his spirit.

If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him, Voltaire

affirmed; fortunately, Bakunin answered: If god existed, it would be

necessary to kill him.

The soul restored to itself, alone in possession of all its being and

all its power, naturally catches a glimpse of and feels this something

inaccessible to reason. So wrote Louis Thomassin. But which of you

doesn’t know that he was a theologian?

There is no greater sign of being not much of a philosopher and not much

of a wise man than wanting all of life to be wise and philosophical. So

Leopardi concluded, and in saying this he spoke a great truth. But today

the collective madness has passed the sign by far, and the sad,

melancholy poet of Sorrow cannot have any moral responsibility in this

sinister event.

Tacitus was mercilessly relentless against all those responsible for the

atrocious wars that devastated all humanity in his times. But Tacitus

lived in one of those unhappy (?) times when wars were called

“barbarism” even by great historians like he himself. Meanwhile in our

and Benedetto Croce’s century, instead war is called “civilization”!

When one speaks of the times!

Lucretius, who lived in a time saturated with the horrors of war, sang

his solemn lyrical compositions to Venus, goddess of Love, begging her

to placate the fierce wrath of Mars. Gabriele D’Annunzio, acting as the

new Homer (?), plucks his lyre making his hosanna pour out to the

bestial god of war so that he can become still more bestial and cruel.

This may also be a question of the times, but I believe that it is

rather a question of vanity and of... cash!

Horace, addressing himself—as one would say in modern language—to the

“civilizers” of his time, exclaimed: Are you swept away in a blind

rage?—Answer me! They are silent—He goes on: A ghastly pallor colors

their faces; it is the crime of fratricide going back to the time when

the blood of Remus fell on the earth abhorrent to grandchildren. But

Horace has been dead a long time and the “ghastly pallor” no longer

colors the face of our warriors.

Il Libertario

La Spezia

vol. XVI, #695