writings of renzo novatore
(2012) – The Collected Writings of Renzo Novator – 157 pg kindle version from anarchist library [https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/the-collected-writings-of-renzo-novatore]:
Authors: Renzo Novatore, Wolfi Landstreicher
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renzo_Novatore
Abele Rizieri Ferrari (May 12, 1890 – November 29, 1922), better known by the pen name Renzo Novatore, was an Italian individualist anarchist, illegalist and anti-fascist poet, philosopher and militant, now mostly known for his posthumously published book Toward the Creative Nothing (Verso il nulla creatore) and associated with ultra-modernist trends of futurism. His thought was influenced by Max Stirner, Friedrich Nietzsche, Georges Palante, Oscar Wilde, Henrik Ibsen, Arthur Schopenhauer and Charles Baudelaire.
He discovered Max Stirner, Errico Malatesta, Peter Kropotkin, Henrik Ibsen, and Friedrich Nietzsche, whom Novatore often quoted. From 1908 on he embraced individualist anarchism
oscar wilde – most people are other people; friedrich nietzsche; pëtr kropotkin, et al
notes/quotes:
jumping to section p 54-61 for starters.. hugely resonating.. hopefully will add all other notes from old ipad later (see bottom of page)
54
8 – The Great (?) Brains… in the Time that Turns
Fraternally remembering Ottavio Tognelli e Carlo Molaschi
To the one who has experienced much and not committed suicide, giving him death as a reward is not a splendid human act.
Renzo Novatore
crazywise (doc) et al.. maté addiction law et al.. hari present in society law et al..
And yet do you at all observe how ridiculous he also is when he arms himself with all his colossal political ignorance to descend to do battle in the field of social questions?
cancerous distraction ness.. to daniel pinchbeck tweet this am [https://x.com/DanielPinchbeck/status/1743590467617374574?s=20]:
Thinking today about how the ecological emergency demonstrates that Neoliberal Capitalism must end. We probably need something like participatory, democratic socialism. Why don’t we discuss this more?
think we need not like ‘partic, demo soc’ aka: cancerous distraction, same song..
there’s a legit use of tech (nonjudgmental expo labeling).. to facil a legit global detox leap.. for (blank)’s sake.. and we’re missing it
legit freedom will only happen if it’s all of us.. and in order to be all of us.. has to be sans any form of m\a\p
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In fact on social questions, if it were granted to me to give advice to the great men, I would say (at least to those who are still living, and who still know how to read) to go back a bit to read that little, but so valuable, booklet that is called The Soul of Man Under Socialism, author Oscar Wilde.. t who is more than one of their peers…
soul of man – and made hard copy
It is, I believe, and I don’t just believe, I’m sure , that the phenomenon is explained like this. The great man, by his nature, lives in the world of his own greatness, meaning outside of the life of the people. Two lives, two worlds, two realities, and also two faults, this: that the people still haven’t learned how to become deserving of the name that they bear, *that is: real people. The great men that of not having learned how to become truly great. Meaning that they **still have to learn to not stick their so keenly delicate nose into the affairs of the people. Politics is a low, vulgar thing, linked to the economy, or rather is the economy itself. ***Now the economic affair, being an affair of the belly and of the kitchen, is important, indispensable, the most indispensable of all, but an affair for cooks, so not for poets and higher men.
*aka: legit free.. out of sea world.. et al..
**any form of people telling other people what to do.. any form of m\a\p
***kind of resonating with itch-in-the-soul ness
Well then I’ll explain things this way, oh dear men who inhabit the high astral spheres, and who I admire as one admires the sun when you stay there superbly in your magic realm. But precisely because you are minds and spirits, the kitchen is not your affair. You, if you are truly great men, should give the people your superfluous splendor just like the sun. But don’t come down anymore, for God’s sake! You only muddle things up. To your honor, I tell you that you are too far away from the life of the people to be able to understand which flavorings are best to put into the pot to make the finest soup.
intellectness as cancerous distraction we can’t seem to let go of.. there’s a legit use of tech (nonjudgmental expo labeling).. to facil a legit global detox leap.. for (blank)’s sake.. and we’re missing it
.. Yes, the social question is a vulgar, not very artistic female, but she is its, exclusively its: of the people!
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The one who, in the name of refined and higher aristocratic nobility, doesn’t want to lower himself to the “sickening stench” that emanates from the house of the people, not even when, like now, Spring, Sun, and the germination of roses is there…
crazywise (doc) ness and unauthorized home less ness ness..
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You should now be made to climb the “electric chair” of rude, lacerbian memory, first of all its inventor, but it would be more hygienic to make you climb the one that the great American pal keeps in his house.
on kyrril in m of care – jan 4 24 discussion.. talking about memory ‘as stifling ”thinking that memory draws us back into the monastic self‘
yeah.. on whales in sea world.. beyond the monastic self.. the confines if not the it is me ness
But let’s see! One never knows in these marvelous times of Bolshevism how it will end up… Because among all the other good intentions there is in us also that of being, at least once, deeply human toward those who have experienced too much.
It’s not enough that there is the kingly freedom of suicide… something more is wanted! And the red wind of the east will bring that something more!
Do you feel that scent in the air?
written under the name of Mario Ferrante
Il Libertario
vol. VXII, #711
April 24
huge to sea world.. hari present in society law.. and hari rat park law.. et al
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9 – Returning
I walked with infinite joy on the paths of Sorrow.
I always had danger as my companion, like a dear brother. On my lips, I always had the smile of the highest, strong beings; in my calm eyes, the fascinating vision of the heroic tragedy that only true lovers of free life understand.
warning ness et al.. quiet enough to see
I was alone… but I knew that a daring phalanx of the coherent and bold remained hidden in the shadows, living the same life as me. Ah, how much love I felt for this nameless group…
What did it matter if many of them languished for so long in the depths of a damp cell? They didn’t submit! They lived; we will live at the margins of society as true rebels, as intransigent Iconoclasts, not caring what the final tragedy might be.
And it is to this handful of conscious “dark protestors,” oh dear Libertario, that I send through your columns—after deeply thanking you and all the groups of anarchist comrades and socialist friends for the greatest moral and material solidarity given to me during my illegal wandering and my…legal imprisonment.. t —my most fervent and fraternal greetings, saying to them: Be proud of your actions, because only through disobedience and revolt is a brilliant ray of human beauty born!
thinking of floater on 1.5.24 at uc health er.. unauthorized home less ness .. siddiqi border law.. structural violence.. spiritual violence.. et al
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10 – The Expropriator
My freedom and my right are as great as the capacity of my power. I will also have happiness and greatness to the extent of my strength. (from a book I wrote that will never see the light)
The Expropriator is the most beautiful, manly, uninhibited, virile figure that I have ever met in anarchism. He is the one who waits for nothing. He is the one who has no altar on which to sacrifice himself. He glorifies life alone with the philosophy of Action.
I came to know him on a distant August afternoon while the sun embroidered verdant nature in gold as, perfumed and festive, she sang a merry song of pagan beauty.
He told me: I was always a restless, vagabond, rebellious spirit.
I studied men and their minds in books and in reality. I found them to be a mixture of the comical, the vulgar, and the cowardly. They left me nauseous. On the one hand, baleful moral phantoms, created from the lies and hypocrisy that rule. On the other hand, sacrificial animals who worship with fanaticism and cowardice. This is the world of men. This is humanity. I feel revulsion for this world, for these men, for this humanity. Plebeians and bourgeois are the same. They deserve each other. Socialism would not agree. It has discovered good and evil. And to destroy these two antagonisms, it has created two more phantoms: Equality and Fraternity among men…
But men will be equal before the state and free under Socialism… Socialism has given up Force, Youth, War! But when the bourgeoisie, who are spiritual beggars, don’t want to see themselves as equals of the rabble, who are material beggars, then even sniveling socialism allows war. Yes, even socialism allows killing and expropriating. But in the name of an ideal of human equality and fraternity… that sacred equality and fraternity that began with Cain and Abel!…
But with socialism one only half-thinks; one is half- free; one lives by half!… Socialism is intolerance; it is impotence of living; it is faith in fear. I go beyond!
Socialism has found equality good and inequality evil. Slaves good and tyrants wicked. I have crossed the threshold of good and evil in order to live my life intensely. I live today and cannot wait for tomorrow. Waiting is for the people and for humanity, therefore it cannot be my affair. The future is fear’s mask. Courage and strength have no future for the simple reason that they themselves are the future that turns on the past and destroys it.
Life’s purity goes on only with the nobility of courage that is the philosophy of action.
I observe: The purity of this life of yours seems to me to border on crime!
He responds: Crime is the highest synthesis of freedom and life. The moral world is a world of phantoms. Here there are specters and the specters’ shadows; here there is the Ideal, universal Love, the Future. Look, the specters’ shadow: ignorance, fear, and cowardice lie there. Deep darkness, perhaps eternal. I once also lived in that gloomy, filthy prison. Then I armed myself with a sacrilegious torch, setting fire to phantoms and violating the night. When I reached the gates of good and evil, I furiously tore them down and crossed their threshold.
The bourgeoisie has launched its moral anathema, the idiotic rabble its moral curse, at me.
But both are humanity. I am a man. Humanity is my enemy. It wants to clasp me in a thousand horrid tentacles. I try to snatch all that my yearnings need from it. We are at war.
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All that I have the strength to snatch away from it is mine. And I sacrifice all that is mine on the altar of my life and my freedom. This life of mine that I feel throbbing amidst the pulsing flames that blaze in my heart; amidst the wild agony of my entire being that fills my mind with divine upheavals and creates thunderous fanfares of war *and polyphonic symphonies of a higher, strange, and unknown love which echo in my spirit..t This life that fills my veins with vigorous and lively blood that spreads diabolical spasms of exultant expansion through all my muscles, nerves, and flesh; spasms of this life of mine that I glimpse through the crazed vision of my dreams, eager and in need of endless development. My motto is: to go along expropriating and burning, always leaving cries of moral outrage and smoking trunks of ancient things behind me.
*itch-in-the-soul ness.. let’s listen for that.. already on each heart ness
need means (nonjudgmental expo labeling) to undo hierarchical listening as global detox so we can org around legit needs
When men no longer possess ethical wealth—the only treasures that are truly inviolable—then I will throw away my lock picks. When there are no longer phantoms in the world, then I will throw away my torch. But this future is far away and may never come! And I am a child of this distant future, fallen into this world by Chance, to whose power I bow.
perhaps until now.. but now.. there’s a legit use of tech (nonjudgmental expo labeling).. to facil a legit global detox leap.. for (blank)’s sake.. and we’re missing it
legit freedom will only happen if it’s all of us.. and in order to be all of us.. has to be sans any form of m\a\p
continuing with notes now from 61.. then will go back to 1-55
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11 – toward the hurricane
I would not give up all the bitterness that you bring me for all the mediocre sweetness in the world. I would not give up the fevers that hammer my temple, that burn my temples, that burn my forehead for the tranquility and peace of all the cowardly men.
erdrich go ahead and break law
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1920
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12 – a life
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I laugh. But my laughter still is not calm. I feel something bitter inside me that torments me.
I feel something inside me that is so deeply intimate that I don’t know how to explain, that no one could ever explain. I feel within myself the UNSAYABLE!
It is my unique self, which no one knows. Is this perhaps my torment? Perhaps. Because perhaps it is my Happiness. Because perhaps it is the spring that quenches my thirst, that leads me to the final edge of the I which wants to expand itself and throb in the strong, vast spasm of the Everything, so as to dissolve triumphantly in the Nothing.
on need for self-talk as data.. idiosyncratic jargon.. via nonjudgmental expo labeling
I have never seen a sky as peaceful as your faces, oh friends.
How beautiful it is to understand each other.
eisenstein i know you law.. and yet paul know\love law.. et al
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13 – The Anarchist Temperament in the Maelstrom of History
If a strong handful of rebels, higher people and heroes would be able to leap beyond the two currents of anarchism, suffering from vital over-abundance, to rally around the black flag of revolt, setting fire to the hearts of all the European nations, the old world would collapse, because around Heroes everything must fatefully transform into tragedy; and only in tragedy are born the renewing spirits that are able to hear, more nobly and highly, the festive song of their free life.
today have means of a global detox leap sans suffering/revolting/firing/collapsing/tragedying.. et al
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The Life that society offers us in not a full, free and joyful life. It is a crushed, mutilated, humiliated life.
We must refuse it.
sea world to date.. but creative refusal to is cancerous distraction
If we don’t have the strength and ability to violently snatch from its hands the high and vigorous life that we so powerfully feel, let’s throw this specter on the tragic altar of sacrifice and final renunciation.
Better to rise on the flames of a fire and fall with broken skull under the volley of an unconscious firing squad than to accept this specter of ironic life, which is nothing more than a sinister parody of life.
perhaps.. until now.. now we have means for global detox leap.. so all the fall/fire/break ness.. is cancerous distraction
Enough, oh friends, of cowardice. Enough, oh comrades, of the ingenuous illusion of the “generous act of the masses.”
The mass is straw, is straw that socialism has put to rot in the stable of the bourgeoisie.
Errico Malatesta, Pasquale Binazzi, Dante Carnesecchi and thousands of others unknown who rot in those miasmal and deadly madhouses, which are the prisons of the Savoy monarchy
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14 – In the Circle of Life
The people who desire to be themselves never know where they are going.
The final outcome of knowledge consists in recognizing that the soul of man is unknowable.
graeber can’t know law et al.. soul of man et al
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15 – black roses
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16 – spiritual perversity
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17 – De Profundis and Germinal!
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18 – My Iconoclastic Individualism
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Like all more or less monistic scientists and philosophers, he denies all distinctions, all differences.. Since he isn’t able to understand the varied, the particular, he sacrifices the one or the other on the altar of the universal.
discrimination as equity et al.. marsh label law et al
Anyone who concentrates on sociology can’t be anything but a scientist of collectivity who forgets the individual in order to seek Humanity and raise the Imperial Throne at whose feet the I must renounce itself and kneel down with deep emotion.
science scientifically et al.. of math and men ness
83
We say with Stirner:
“Right is the spirit of society. If Society has a will, this will is simply Right: Society exists only through Right. But as it endures only exercising a sovereignty over individuals right is its sovereign will. Aristotle says justice is the fruit of society.”
rights ness as cancerous distraction
But “all existing right is—alien right; some one makes me out to be right, ‘does right by me’. But should I therefore be in the right if all the world made me out so? And yet what else is the right that I obtain in the state, in society, but a right of those alien to me? When a blockhead makes me out in the right, I grow distrustful of my rightness; I don’t like to receive it from him. But, even when a wise man makes me out in the right, I nevertheless am not in the right on that account. Whether I am in the right is completely independent of the fool’s making out and the wise man’s”. Now we add to this definition of the Right that this wild, invincible German gave us, the famous aphorism of Protagoras: “The man is the measure of all things”, and then we can go to war against all external right, all external justice, since “justice is the fruit of society”.
need to let go of any form of m\a\p
I think, I know, that as long as there are men, there will be societies, since this putrid civilization with its industries and mechanical progress has already brought us to the point where it is *not even possible to turn back to the enviable age of the caves and divine mates who raised and defended those born of their free and instinctive love like tawny, catlike Lionesses, inhabiting magnificent, fragrant, green and wild forests. **But still I know and I think with equal certainty that every form of society—precisely because it is a society—will, for its own good, want to humiliate the individual. Even communism that—as its theorists tell us—is the most humanly perfect form of society would only be able to recognize one of its more or less active, more or less esteemed members in me. I can never be as worthy through communism as I will be as myself, fully my own, as a Unique one ***and, therefore, incomprehensible to the collectivity. But that within me which is most incomprehensible, most mysterious and enigmatic to the collectivity is precisely my most precious treasure, my dearest good, since it is my deepest intimacy which I alone can explain and love, since I alone understand it.
*1\ that’s not back far enough.. 2\ today we do have means to get back/to a nother way for us all to live
**crazywise (doc) et al
***graeber can’t know law .. on each heart.. the little prince – see with your heart.. et al
It would be enough, for example, if I said to communism: “it is to do nothing that the elect exist” as Oscar Wilde said, to see me driven out from the holy supper of the new Gods like a leprous Siberian! And yet one who had the urgent need to live his life in the highly and sublimely intellectual and spiritual atmosphere of Thought and contemplation could not give anything materially or morally useful and good to the community, because what he could give would be incomprehensible, and therefore noxious and unacceptable, since he could only give a strange doctrine supporting the joy of living in contemplative laziness. But in a communist society—as in any other society, where it would be even worse—such a doctrine could have the effect of corruption among the phalanx of those that must produce for collective and social maintenance and balance. No! Every form of society is the product of the majority..t For great Geniuses and for great lawbreakers, there is no place within the triumphant mediocrity that dominates and commands.
public consensus always oppresses someone(s)
need a nother way.. hari rat park law et al
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It is an absolute and urgent need of mine to launch into the darkness the stormy and sinister light of my thoughts and the incredulous and mocking sneer of my rare ideas that want to freely wander, proud and magnificent, displaying their vigorous and uninhibited nakedness, going through the world in search of virile embraces. No one could be more revolutionary than I am, but this is precisely why I want to throw the corroding mercury of my thoughts into the midst of the senile impotence of the eunuchs of Human Thought. One cannot be half a revolutionary..t and one cannot half-think. It is necessary to be like Ibsen, revolutionary in the most complete and radical sense of the word. And I feel that I am such!
krishnamurti partial law.. part\ial ness is keeping us from us
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History, materialism, monism, positivism, and all the other isms of this world are old and rusty swords which are of no use to me and don’t concern me. My principle is life and my end is death. I want to live my life intensely so that I can embrace my death tragically.
marsh label law.. erdrich go ahead and break law.. et al
You are waiting for the revolution! Very well! My own began a long time ago! When you are ready—God, what an endless wait!—it won’t nauseate me to go along the road awhile with you!
But when you stop, I will continue on my mad and triumphant march toward the great and sublime conquest of Nothing!
Every society you build will have its fringes, and on the fringes of every society, heroic and restless vagabonds will wander, with their wild and virgin thoughts, only able to live by preparing ever new and terrible outbreaks of rebellion!
I shall be among them!
And after me, as before me, there will always be those who tell human beings:
“So turn to yourselves rather than to your gods or idols: discover what is hidden within you, bring it to the light; reveal yourself!”
need 1st/most: means to undo our hierarchical listening to self/others/nature as global detox/re\set.. so we can org around legit needs
imagine if we listened to the itch-in-8b-souls 1st thing everyday & used that data to connect us (tech as it could be.. ai as augmenting interconnectedness as nonjudgmental expo labeling)
be you.. for us..
Because everyone who searches his inner being and draws out what is mysteriously hidden there, is a shadow eclipsing every form of Society that exists beneath the rays of the Sun!
All societies tremble when the scornful aristocracy of Vagabonds, Unique ones, Unapproachable ones, rulers over the ideal, and Conquerors of Nothing advance without inhibitions. So, come on, Iconoclasts, forward!
“Already the foreboding sky grows dark and silent!”
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19 – I Am Also a Nihilist
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20 – My Maxims
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21 – Parabola
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1921
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22 – In the Realm of Phantoms
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23 – The Revolt of the Unique
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—But I cannot live in “universal” harmony with my “likes” for the simple reason that they are not… and cannot be—for the reason that I have already outlined in the prelude of this piece of mine—my “likes.”
wilde not-us law et al.. need global detox leap
ie: need means (nonjudgmental expo labeling) to undo hierarchical listening as global detox so we can org around legit needs
And this is why, oh my friend, I am against that “should” which you, in my opinion, still pronounce with too much ease…
socrates supposed to law et al.. any form of people telling other people what to do.. any form of m\a\p
You see? If I am supposed to say something to these my “likes”—who are not my likes—especially to the young ones—I will say this to them: Beware oh young spirits! Beware of the old sirens! The old have ideas that cannot be those of youth. So seek again your cast-off selves. Discover yourselves. Don’t let yourselves be violated! Old Tolstoy is a majestic, unshakable, gigantic figure. But I would pity any youth who professed the ideas of this old man!
find the bravery to change your mind everyday.. and hari rat park law et al
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Discover yourselves, oh young ones! Dig into yourselves. In each of you there must be precious mines of unknown treasures. But if in digging into your I you find nothing, don’t look for anything in anyone. The most real and precious jewels would transmute into false stones in your hands. Because “anarchists are born and not made,” as comrade Molaschi once said….
no train.. no maté trump law.. no people telling other people what to do.. if we want the dance to dance
IV
First of all, we need to come to a bit of an agreement about what “anti-society” means.
I am not a misanthrope and so much the less a misogynist…
I need friends and lovers, clothes and bread. I am not an anchorite or a saint in the desert.
But there’s no need to be such a thing in order to be anti-society. Being anti-society means—for me—not collaborating in the preservation of the present society nor lending one’s efforts to any new social construction.
I said it once before:
Every society you build will have its fringes, and on the fringes of every society, heroic and restless vagabonds will wander, with their wild and virgin thoughts, only able to live by preparing ever new and terrible outbreaks of rebellion!
I shall be among them!
And if materialistic “needs” force me to go toward society, the “necessity” to be free sets me against it and gives birth in me to a third “need.” That of doing violence to it. Without scruples!
cancerous distraction
This is my “anti-society” perspective. And if we happened to speak of so-called “progress” I could even affirm— without fear of going wrong—that the triumph and the glory of the human path are due only to the spirit that informs this anti-society principle of individualism.
oi
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VI
The word “Freedom” taken in itself is a negation: nothing—death!
Freedom is a propulsion towards power—it is the strength of conquest and the capacity for possession.
oi
(I have had the capacity to free myself from that tiresome old lover of mine; because I had the capacity and the power, I have taken the liberty of gathering this new flower).
freedom from the known.. escape from freedom..
Living means doing good and bad to others. No one can live without hurting anyone….
perhaps.. but most likely .. to me.. whalespeak
Living means: dominating and being dominated!
Libertarian communism would then be forced to repress in order to preserve itself. But its materialistic preservation would be the categorical negation of the very spirit that informs and exalts it!
And here we are finally at anarchy—I admit that one can speak of this as a social realization of human life together. “Anarchy” would thus be nothing more nor less than the triumph of the higher “type.”
Radically vanished—because even the lowliest of all human beings would have had to go beyond it—the as-stupid-as-it-is-vulgar right to private property and everything that is “material good.” The spiritual dominator remains— the one who is noble by nature. He will stand above the others and dominate them.
(No one, I believe, would have the false pretension of levelling ethical, aesthetic, artistic, intellectual, and spiritual values, like physical and sexual values). Because the noble one, even in Anarchy—or rather, in anarchy more than in any other form of human life together—will enjoy pleasure that others would not be able to enjoy, even if he, for love of them, wanted to renounce them. Anarchy is therefore the natural Autocracy of the noble.
?what.. oi
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24 – A Portrayal of Sorts
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25 – The Dream of My Adolescence
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26 – Beyond the Two Anarchies
Anarchy is nectar for the psychic I and not sociological alcohol for the collectivity.
The anarchist is the one who refuses every cause for the joy of his life radiating from inner spiritual intensity.
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Only the twinkling of stars, the flowing of rivers, the whispering of forests say something of what lives in me. Anyone who can’t comprehend the strange symphonies of nature can’t comprehend the resounding verses of my enchanting songs.
need 1st/most: means to undo our hierarchical listening to self/others/nature as global detox/re\set.. so we can org around legit needs
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Above the two Anarchies of Reason and Good— glorious and triumphant—I raise the banner of the Anarchy of Instinct and Evil.
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17 – The Mysterious
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Ah, yes! You sought the WAY, poor madman. But the way does not exist….
There are many ways, but not the one way! And you were the on way. You with your great defects and your great virtues.
But you didn’t see yourself… You were a discoverer of unknown worlds but you didn’t discover yourself. You who was the animating center of all worlds.
I have seen materialists crawl through the bowels of the earth like black reptiles, and the spiritualists (idealists) fly, transported and empty like miserable, dried out perfections. And behind them I have seen the long contingent of mystics and the infinite theories of ascetics, wandering—poor lunatics—in search of external laws to serve in a damp and moldy sewer of theory overshadowed by faith, in which to channel their useless life as possessed people!
The human being—even the one who carried the flag of Freedom in his fist—always seeks for slavery in life.
No one wants to be convinced of a reality that negates every ‘system,’ every ‘rule,’ every ‘form.’
need a means for a legit global detox leap
Even libertarians seek the system, the rule, the form.
.. And this is simply because no one wants to understand that the being is an all in all and not an infinitesimal particle of the universe or a microscopic cog in the human machine. And you also—my poor madman—seek a way, a horizon, an ‘over there’ to your life. But all ways are open to the vagabond of the spirit, as every temple is vulnerable for the iconoclast and every destiny possible to the Hero.
There isn’t a WAY but there are all WAYS.
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1922
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28 – black flags
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29 – Of Individualism and Rebellion
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I deny the right to judge me to all those who don’t understand the voice of my yearnings, the howl of my needs, the flights of my spirit, the sorrow of my mind, the thrill of my ideas, and the anguish of my thought. But only I understand all this. Do you want to judge me? Okay then! But you will never judge my real self. Instead you will judge the “me” that you yourself have invented. When you believe you have me between your fingers to crush me, I will be up there, laughing in the distance.
need: tech as nonjudgmental expo labeling for global detox
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30 – A “Female”
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31 – With Sincere Pity
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32 – Noontime Songs
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33 – Whip
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1923
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34 – In Defense of Heroic and Expropriating Anarchism
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We can simply add that for the man to whom society denies bread, if there is a crime, it is precisely that of not stealing, or not being able to steal..t
I know, there are unfortunately still malignant derelicts with a human semblance, who exalt and praise the “great” virtue of the “honest poor.”
They were—Oscar Wilde says—the ones who deal by their personal account with the enemy, selling their rights as first-born for the vilest plate of bad lentils.
To be poor—and “honest poor”—means, for us, to be enemies—and the most repugnant enemies—of every form of human dignity and every higher feeling.
What can an “honest poor man” symbolize, if not the most degrading form of human degeneration?
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VIII
What does it matter if today, yesterday, and tomorrow, morality—this malign and dominating Circe—labels, labeled, and will label as “sin,” “sacrilege,” “crime,” and “madness,” the heroic manifestation of the daring rebel who decided to rise above every crystallized social order and every preestablished boundary, who wants to affirm—through his own might—the unbridled freedom of his I, in order to sing—through the tragic beauty of the deed—the full, anarchist greatness of all his individuality fully liberated from every dogmatic phantom and from every false social and human convention created by a most deceptive and repugnant morality before which only fear and ignorance bow?
crazywise (doc) et al
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He saw the masses that he loved, and that he wanted to redeem with his blood, passing before his sight as a long line of cowardly and vile sheep that never rise up and that when they rise up, they rise up only find a new master before which to be able to bow their heads. And while one voice rose from the depth of his spirit howling: Futility!, another voice still more powerful rose from the guts of his darkest instinct, wildly called him back to the joy of intense living.
but not the applauding violence parts.. maybe prior to now.. but not now.. not now that we have the means for a legit global detox leap.. for (blank)’s sake
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Yes, De Luisi—who several years ago was still guilty of being an (honest) railroad worker who organized his coworkers, teaching them the word of liberation, when—for this “offence”—society first threw him in prison and then denied him work and threw him to its margins as insane rubbish, at which point he accepted the glove of challenge and on the margins became a hero!
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Eternity’s Song
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Friendship and Friends
Why? Simply: because I discovered yet again that the time has not come when a friend can say to his neighbor: Your ideas and your thoughts don’t interest me; but I admire and appreciate the mysterious whole of your individuality. When a man will be able to pronounce this and other words with the lively voice of sincerity to express his thought transparently, without veils, the path that will lead him into the realm of friendship and love will be marked out.
Our time is made of camouflaged hatred and of a low and insidious war: all words of Love and Friendship are scented veils but hide the poisoned steel that brings nothing but pain and tears.
rumi words law.. language as control/enclosure.. et al.. need detox
I am one of them, because I hate human beings who make a law of living in community, while I appreciate those who know how to remain alone.
The feeling of solitude is the most elevated of human emotions. It belongs at the same time to strength and to beauty.
Besides, loners are the ones who have spread the most benefits over humanity.
And for this “grateful” Humanity despises them.
In summary: the loner chooses few friends, because hypocrisy and lying repulse him.
warning ness et al
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Renzo Novatore
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ABOUT RENZO NOVATORE
by Renzo Ferrari, his oldest son
now adding notes from 1-53:
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Introduction
by wolfi landstreicher
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If, in Novatore’s earlier writings (and the two or three from the time of the workers’ rebellion and workplace occupations of 1920), hope for a world in which all individuals can spend their life in striving for their own realization rather than serving a master is a major factor, nevertheless, even here, what is central is the immediate expression and fulfillment of oneself here and now in destructive rebellion against everything that makes one a slave. This is the coherent egoist thread that runs through all of Novatore’s writings presented in this volume. There are times when egoists may take joy in a large scale rebellion, times when they may even participate, but always with the awareness that these rebellions will end, if not defeated, then in the creation of new social arrangements, and in those arrangements, those of us who prefer never to be arranged will continue to rebel, and in our rebellion will mock those who let themselves embrace a new slavery. This was Novatore’s coherent egoist path, which he followed till the day he was killed in a shootout with carabinieri at a tavern in Teglio, Italy.
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Thoughts and Sayings
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1 – cry of rebellion
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I put my lips to your profane ear and launch a cry. A frightening cry that will make you grow pale. The cry that I launch is that of the great German rebel, Max Stirner. So listen to it, since only by virtue of this magic cry will you vanish as rabble in order to rise up again in the flowering potential of all of your individualized members. Here is the magic cry: The egoist has always affirmed himself with crime and, with sacrilegious hand, has pulled the sacred idols down from their pedestals. It is necessary to put an end to the sacred; or better still: the need to violate the sacred must become general. It is not a new revolution that approaches; but a mighty, impetuous, superb, shameless, conscienceless crime sounds in the thunder on the horizon. Don’t you see how already the foreboding sky grows dark and silent?
cancerous distraction as he’s describing cd ness.. oi
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2 – Intellectual Vagabonds
All who appear suspicious, hostile and dangerous to the good bourgeois, Stirner said, could be brought together under the name ‘vagabond’; every vagabond way of life displeases the bourgeoisie. And there are also *intellectual vagabonds, to whom the hereditary dwelling place of their fathers seems too cramped and oppressive for them to be content any more with its restricted space and so go to find more space and light far away. Instead of remaining curled up in the family cave stirring the ashes of moderate opinion, **instead of accepting what has given comfort and relief to thousands of generations as irrefutable truth, they go beyond all the boundaries of tradition and run wild with their impudent criticism and untamed mania for doubt. These extravagant vagabonds form the class of the unstable, the restless, the volatile, formed from the proletariat; and ***when left to give voice to their unsettled natures, they are called unruly, hot heads, fanatics…
*?intellectness as cancerous distraction et al
**yeah.. go wild.. but ie: criticism et al as cancerous distraction
***crazywise (doc) et al.. hari rat park law.. grammatis broken law et al..
Oh, intellectual vagabonds! Pale, unrepentant subverters! The ones who gallop on and on through the endless regions of their capricious imaginations that create new things.
When their profaning and sacrilegious feet rested on the high summits, the sun was already setting, leaving nothing of itself but vast red bands that resembled magnificent tongues of fire. At that moment, a sad vision passed through all of their minds. They all seemed to see the Teacher’s shadow sinking in those red flames. But in that primitive and desolate silence, they still seemed to hear his voice telling them: “Have no fear. I will rise again with the sun. And now the sunset is ready for you as well, but you too will rise again with the first rays of dawn.”
teacher?.. oi
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3 – Toward the Conquest of New Dawns
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4 – wild flowers
Only those who have found themselves again after a long, hard desperate search and placed themselves on the margins of society, contemptuous and proud, denying anyone the right to judge them, are anarchists.
Those who are not able to recognize themselves in the greatness of their actions, they alone being their own judge, may believe that they are anarchists, but they are not.
The strength of will and potentiality (not to be confused with power), the spirit of self-elevation and individualization are the first rungs on a long and endless ladder that those who want to surpass themselves along with everything else climb.
Only those who, with impetuous violence, know how to appraise the rusty gates enclosing the house of the great lie where the lewd thieves of the I (god, state, society, humanity) have arranged to meet, in order to take their greatest treasure back from clammy, greedy hands adorned with the false gold of love, pity, and civilization, from the baleful predators, can consider themselves lord and master of himself and call themselves anarchists.
oi oi oi cancerous distraction
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5 – Toward the Creative Nothing
Thus democracy—the mother of socialism—is the daughter of christianity.
any form of democratic admin.. any form of m\a\p
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Thus, everything was contaminated with democracy.
With democratic civilization, Christ has triumphed.
The war against the human individual was begun by Christ in the name of god, was developed by democracy in the name of society and threatens to complete itself in socialism in the name of humanity.
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They fought against each other for their enemy.
thurman interconnectedness law et al
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Our thunderbolt could unhinge the present reality, rip open the door to the unknown mystery of our longed-for dream and show the supreme beauty of the liberated man.
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On the ruins of piety and religion we want to erect the creative hardness of our proud hearts.
We are not the admirers of the “ideal man” of “social rights”, but the proclaimers of the “actual individual”, enemy of social abstractions.
We fight for the liberation of the individual.
then not legit free.. cancerous distractions
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Socialism is the material force that, acting as the shadow of a dogma, resolves and dissolves in a spiritual “no”.
Fascism is a consumptive of the spiritual “no” that aims— wretch—at a material “yes”.
Both lack willful quality.
They are the bores of time; the temporizers of the deed!
They are reactionary and conservative.
They are crystallized fossils that the strong-willed dynamism of history will sweep away together.
Because, in the willful field of moral and spiritual values, the two enemies are equal.
anything with any form of m\a\p.. same song
And it is well known that when fascism is born, socialism alone is its direct accomplice and responsible father.
Because, if when the nation, if when the state, if when democratic Italy, if when bourgeois society trembled in pain and agony in the knotty and powerful hands of the “proletariat” in revolt, socialism had not basely hindered the tragic deadly hold—losing the lamps of reason in front of its wideopened eyes—certainly fascism would never even have been born, let alone lived.
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We have killed “duty” so that our ardent desire for free brotherhood acquires heroic valor in life.
responsibility ness
We have killed “pity” because we are barbarians capable of great love.
pity ness
We have killed “altruism” because we are generous egoists.
We have killed “philanthropic solidarity” so that the social man unearths his most secret “I” and finds the strength of the “Unique”.
steiner care to oppression law.. graeber violence in care law.. et al
Because we know it. Life is tired of having stunted lovers.
all cancerous distractions.. red flags we’re doing it/life wrong
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6 – twilight ballad
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(forgot to add/# this one.. so all others off by one) Weeping
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7 – Anarchist Individualism in the Social Revolution
All human beings are perfect in themselves. All they lack is the heroic courage of their perfection. *Since the time that human beings first believed that life was a duty, a calling, a mission, it has meant shame for their power of being, and in following phantoms, they have denied themselves and distanced themselves from the real. When Christ said to human beings: **“be yourselves, perfection is in you!” he launched a superb phrase that is the supreme synthesis of life.
*aka: since sea world
**huge.. already on each heart ness.. brown belonging law ness.. undisturbed ecosystem ness..
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