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Title: Towards the Hurricane
Author: Renzo Novatore
Date: 1919
Language: en
Topics: egoist, individualist, nihilist
Source: http://www.scribd.com/doc/15247864/Renzo-Novatore-Towards-the-Hurricane
Notes: (Appeared in “Il Libertario”, La Spezia, a.XVIII, n.721, 27 February 1919)

Renzo Novatore

Towards the Hurricane

Until the day will come we remain highheaded and all that which we can

do we won’t allow to be done before us

— W.Goethe

We make the pen red hot in the volcanic fire of the spirit of our

negating; We dip it in our vigorous heart, swollen with rebellious blood

and, in the atheist light of our spirit, we write, we write... We write

then, rapidly, without going through literary research, without

repugnant theoretical ideologies, without bigots and the sentimental

mush from hysterics and politicos, wrapped only in the mantle of our

furious passion!

We write only words of blood, of fire and of light!

Screech, graze o my coarse pen of fire and of energy upon the white

candor of this sheet, as a viper tongue grazes upon the tender throat of

an innocent child to give him, with venom, death. Away, get away from me

me all the ideology, the theosophy, the philosophy dogmatic and

political; distance from me every preestablished system: it has all

fallen incinerated under the corroding flames of my negating spirit.

I am the perfect nihilist, the radical atheist.

It is not only from today, no, what I have found, what I have uncovered,

that I know that the unique, the only, the most beautiful frame within

that which stands out free, solemn and majestic the superb human

Individuality is the Nothing, the true Nothing!

Not one lurid prison more will ever be able to lock up this rebel and

iconoclast spirit of mine; yet today less than ever!

Today which the enormous bell of time has sounded and has sounded yes

strong blows to break hardest neck from the plebeian idiot is from the

Nothing that must jump furious outside the burning phalanxes of the

black flames that, in the passionate impetus of the spontaneous revolt

will constitute the crackling column of fire of which, preceding in

front of the people, will give the first announcement of the final

destruction. This is the hour of the feverish bitterness, of the

terrible anxiety!

This is the hour that precedes the divine hour of the imminent tragedy,

which will give us the heroic Death and the heroic Greatness.

O blessed hour that gives me all feverish intensity of the spirit, I

love you! I won’t give the bitterness that you gave me for all the

mediocre sweetness of the world; I won’t give the fever that hammers my

temple, that burns my temple, that burns my forehead, for the

tranquility and the peace of all the vile humans!

O Satan inspire me! You inspire me O my divine brother!

Give me the infernal power to ignite all those virgin spirits that have

still not been buried in the dunghill of fallacious theories; Make that

I can can tighten around me an bold handful of lovers of heroic and

libertarian Greatness or Heroic Death.

But they will be! They must be! Those of fearful soul are there

tranquilly to march in accompaniment of their stupid saints and the old

cretinous good god!

But we march!

It has reached the hour to march for all those who, dominating the

ideal, have become symbol and incarnation. Wrapped in the divinity of

our torment, we will proceed in advance and, with the example of the

facts, we will indicate to the men which are the ways that conduct

towards the new light! We will fall? No Matter! We want the liberation

from this stupid life of humility, of slavery, of servility, where man

we must walk on his knees and the spirit speaks subdued, in a low voice,

like a prayer.

We must kill the christian philosophy in the most radical sense of the

word. How much mostly goes sneaking inside the democratic civilization

(this most cynically ferocious form of christian depravity) and it goes

more towards the categorical negation of human Individuality.

“Democracy! By now we have comprised it that it means all that says

Oscar Wilde Democracy is the people who govern the people with blows of

the club for love of the people”.

Against all that is sounded the hour of insurgence and not with only

some unpleasant and repugnant theoretic bleat of the lambs...

Much more is wanted in this bloody twilight of a civilization that has

had its time!

Either the Death or a new Dawn where the Individuality lives above every

thing.

I have forgotten everything, indeed not forgotten: surpassed (and I know

it with what torment), also the insurpassable love for my Companion and

the adoration for my child. My books my beloved books which are above

every other thing I loved now sleep far away yonder, far away from me;

perhaps yonder in the old house, within a large chest, perhaps covered

with dust, perhaps bathed in the tears of my beloved Companion.

But also the love for you, o my beloved books, o luminous torches of my

thought, is surpassed! Today I feel within me something more strong than

all the loves, that kisses my soul with all the heat of an irresistible

fascination...

On the fragments of all that that I have destroyed with the negation, a

new faith is reborn. The faith of the impossible rendered possible from

my negation, or the ultimate purification, how true, that is found

between the burning flames of the final catastrophe, tragic and

redeeming. Today I try a single hour of furious anarchy and, for that

hour I will give all of my dreams, all of my loves, all of my life. But

that hour will come! Oh, it will come! And if it mustn’t come I will

give voluntarily into the cannibal hands of that idiotic and beastly

society that already has presented me a magnificent sentence of death

(in order that I be remembered to possess superior ideas which are

worthy for teaching that the divine freedom of the I is something more

beautiful and more great than their bestial war) and I would cynically

shoot in sign of the deepest contempt against myself and the unnameable

cowardice of all humans. Giving a salute to the revived “Libertario” and

the next social insurrection, I fraternally grasp the hand of the true

rebels of all the varied tendencies!

Today it is eve of Action! From the first sparks I will be beside you.