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Citation from a speech by François-Noël (Gracchus) Babeuf, 1795. A critical thinker of the French Revolution, whose ideas have pollinated several philosophies including Socialism, Communism or Anarchism.
Sticks and stones -burnt and collapsed,
the inflamed and shattered limbs of a dying God.
Why lament and weep over this ossature -
whilst indifferent to dire misery abound?
...And spuriously boast generosity
with the riches wrested from the destitute.
Lineages of supremacy shield our idols -
crusades and cruise missiles against the “heathens” -
for centuries past and many a year to come.
The shifting dunes spread a mournful pall,
hiding the rivers of blood that have seeped into the sands,
irrigating the deep-set seeds of revenge.
See now this fuming pool of gasoline -murky and deep,
shimmering with potential -a combustive concoction...
This lump of common coal, chipped and imperfect,
a raw amorphous mass –no obvious front or back,
no left, no right... irrelevant... united in purpose,
birthing a yellow flame –wild and voracious......
yet soon heavy with smoke, blackened by soot,
polluted, admixed by the potentates –of today and tomorrow?
Swathed in ominous black –haphazard destruction.
Where is the eloquence in violence? Cobble or baton...
Sticks and stones –maimed bodies, broken bones.
The narrative drenched and drowned in sauce Bernays.
Never may this imposed friction rip you apart!
Fortified righteous ethics shall be the monuments of ages,
that withstand the discordant siege of fascist oppression.
Fuck your altars, fuck your crowns, fuck your regalia –
let our souls be incrusted with shining virtues,
dividing insignia insignificant -acephalic communion.
Parisians -speak Parrhesia! And all of you around the globe!
Reticulate. Iterate, articulate your liberties.
For change we need a critical mass! For change we need a critical mass!
Qu’il en apparaisse, et le Peuple, dès l’instant, brise ses chaînes, et conquiert du pain pour lui et pour toutes ses générations. Répétons-le encore; tous les maux sont à leur comble; ils ne peuvent plus empirer; ils ne peuvent se réparer que par un bouleversement total! Que tout se confonde donc!..., que tous les éléments se brouillent, se mêlent et s’entrechoquent!..., que tout rentre dans le chaos, et que du chaos sorte un monde nouveau et régénéré! Venons, après mille ans, changer ces lois grossières.
Let the flame spread to Elysee –let the raging Phlegethon
take your usurpers back to the crepuscule of Tartaros.
Notre Adam, notre dame –rise up from your lethargy!
Notre lame, notre flamme –against ravenous Kleptocracy!
Dans la rue! Break the chains of inequality.
On ne lâche rien –rebellion, resistance, revolution now!
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