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Title: Sacrilegious Laughter Author: Erinne Vivani Language: en Topics: egoist, individualist Source: Retrieved on June 6, 2011 from https://sites.google.com/site/anarchyinitaly/proletario/sacrilegious-laughter Notes: From Proletario
In the pale, sad twilight hour, pregnant with comic and tragic events,
while all ridiculous pettiness achieves manifestation and crime is
erected as a life system, as an athletic gymnastic drill, while the
blood of revolutionary and non-revolutionary citizens bathes the
beautiful lands of Italy, anarchist individualism — unique and radiant
living and historical reality — blazes majestically and gloriously
beyond so much civil and social putridity toward joy, toward liberty,
toward the sun.
The latest squall that raged suddenly in the cities and villages, has
swept away people and things.
It was predictable and fatal.
The theory of love and meekness, propagated by all the Parties and all
the proletarian organizations, absolutely could not resist the
overwhelming flood.
The party chiefs, instead of educating the working class in rebellion
and freedom, kept it always prone and enslaved. They only had their
sights on the number of followers, membership cards, votes, discipline,
etc, with the sole aim of forming a herd that was willing to let them
milk and sheer it.
With a system of social political education of this sort, everyone knows
what happened. The majority of proletarian who joined subversive parties
and organizations willy-nilly, have gone over — bit by bit — to the
enemy. What, pray tell, was the value of all the effusive praise that
sages lavished on the proletariat — that poor wind-filled puppet — that
some believed to be called by history to become the dictators of the
world?
Now the proletariat has gone over to fascism, because fascists command,
if tomorrow the black priest were to command, it would be willing to
worship them, as it worshiped the red priests yesterday.
All the members of congregations have come out of the terrible storm
badly, or rather extremely badly. Once again — and it won’t be the last
time — the fraudulent bankruptcy of working class organizations has been
declared. They have solemnly shown that they were not at all
revolutionary or subversive, but reformist, state, church and shopkeeper
organizations.
The failure of the organizational method, in the struggles for the
conquest of well-being and freedom, is precisely and absolutely evident.
Despite this, revolutionaries — many libertarian communists included —
still insist — bellowing like cows about the necessity and importance of
organization, don’t notice that their method has inexorably,
irremediably swept them away and thrown them into the abyss.
Individualists have laughed at all the compromises, all the
renunciations, all the foul marketing, and still they laugh their
irreverent, sacrilegious, cursed laughter.
We always laugh at each and all, at those who manufacture revolvers,
rifles, bayonets, machine guns, cannons, ammunition, chains, shackles,
various instruments of torture for the workers, at those who build
prisons and raise gallows for “their” brothers, at those who organize
themselves, or rather link themselves, into leagues and unions, paying
membership fees and fattening the swine, as they give up their human
dignity by electing masters and shepherds.
We laugh at those who shouts, “long live this and long live that,” at
those who go to demonstrations ready to pay up and leave their bellies
empty, at those who wait for the orders from the central committee of
their party before they’ll rise up, at those who listen to leaders who
exhort them to cowardice when they rise up, at those who wait for the
sun of the future with arms crossed and stomachs empty, as if it could
rise by itself from one minute to the next.
And those subversives who, in the name of liberty, want to overthrow the
current government so that they can replace it with a new tyranny, how
they make us laugh!
All symbols and all rites still provoke laughter in us. The religious
procession is replaced with the march, the sermon with the rally in the
same tone, the canopy with the banner. Portraits of rulers take the
place of portraits of saints and madonnas, and the new christians,
instead of singing sacred hymns, sing patriotic or subversive hymns.
Nothing has changed, either in its form or its substance from twenty
centuries ago to today.
But we aren’t tired of our laughing.
Our satanic laugher starts to boom like thunder and sends out flashes of
lightning when we find ourselves before the worshipers of monstrous
divine and human phantoms, which they call God, Religion, State,
Fatherland, Humanity, Morality, Right, Duty, Custom, Altruism,
Socialism, Communism, etc.
These baleful phantoms, created from the ignorance, fear and cruelty of
human beings, still today make the stupid demand that the free and
strong individual sacrifice himself to them, but he, who loves boundless
liberty and the noonday sun, shoots his scorching and poisonous arrows
against all the cursed and infamous idols and, striking them, laughs and
is happy.
We laugh at all those who transform themselves into apostles of humanity
and practice the craft of the preacher, promising earthly paradise and
universal abundance; at those who want to give a single form to human
society that numbers around two billion individuals each and every one
different from the other; at those who, not able to live freely, pose as
world redeemers, speaking of the rosy future while forgetting the black,
cruel reality of the present. Finally, we laugh at all the poor in
spirit who believe and hope in a radiant tomorrow, and faithfully and
patiently await the reign of Saint Humanity.
Beyond the organizationalist, prophetic, christianizing, monomaniacal
anarchism of those who, like the young monk of Assisi, preach the theory
of love and meekness, according to which our I “must gain by losing and
rise by submitting,” there is the Anarchism of the free, virgin and
rebellious instinct of refractories, nihilists, innovators, iconoclasts,
amoralists, aristocrats, individualist, to whose proud, invincible and
immortal breed I belong.