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Title: Anarchy Author: Teresa Claramunt Date: 1903 Language: en Topics: art, love, science, work, anarchy, introductory Source: Retrieved on 10th September 2021 from https://forgottenanarchism.wordpress.com/2015/05/03/anarchy-teresa-claramunt/
What is anarchy? Is it art? It’s more than that. Is it science? It is
more than that. Is it labour? Still more. Is it love? More, more.
Anarchy is life.
There are great artists, men of science, people who love and millions of
people who work use their efforts in manual labour, but in all this
group of activities we can see a flaw. Life’s creative aspiration is
fatal. The oppressive environment of this society only interested in
money absorbs its potential. The artist has a stomach and those who have
the means to satisfy its needs are idiots, which impossibility to be
able to elevate themselves to the regions towards which progress leads.
The inspiration they have to protect the monopoly of ignorant people who
have money cannot make life more beautiful or better.
There are also references to the men of science who see themselves
forced to mix generally with the contemptible traders who put a price on
science as if they were dealing with bottles of wine. And what to say of
this other human army of the workers, who try to find how to survive,
something to eat. Eyes without faces. This is the most exact
representation of death, terrifying members mutilated by the
insatiability of parasitism.
Love, the delicate plant which comes to life finds death. Current
society lacks the atmosphere for this whole factor of happiness. People
replace it by selfishness, by a conventionalism disguised in a thousand
ways.
Art, science, labour, and love. The revitalising sun denies its warmth
to human beings because evil capital creates thick storm clouds among
which move the idiots, the wicked, the hypocrites, all the parasites who
conspire against life. Those who adore art, those who love science,
those who celebrate the cult of labour and love continue to thrash about
in the womb of death if they are not manly, and don’t shed the
prejudices which wrap them up and fight against everything for the full
enjoyment of life: Anarchy.