What I have to say about modern politics is this: In 1914 that world broke down. I have not found that people in North America and in the Americas as a whole are very much aware of the fact that it came to an end in 1914. People in Europe are extremely aware of that. They know that these 300 years mark the beginning, the development, and the decline and decay of a certain form of civilization. — World Politics Today - C.L.R. James
When history is written as it ought to be written, it is the moderation and long patience of the masses at which men will wonder, not their ferocity. — CLR James, The Black Jacobins, p. 112. (via johananderslif)
Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses,
That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it?
In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished
Where did the masons go? Imperial Rome
Is full of arcs of triumph. Who reared them up? Over whom
Did the Caesars triumph? Byzantium lives in song.
Were all her dwellings palaces? And even in Atlantis of the legend
The night the seas rushed in,
The drowning men still bellowed for their slaves.
Young Alexander conquered India.
Caesar beat the Gauls.
Was there not even a cook in his army?
Phillip of Spain wept as his fleet
was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears?
Frederick the Greek triumphed in the Seven Years War.
Who triumphed with him?
Each page a victory
At whose expense the victory ball?
Every ten years a great man,
Who paid the piper?
So many particulars.
So many questions.
Corajoso! by Alexandre AC on Flickr.
Bologna dalla Torre degli Asinelli by Dige76 on Flickr.
"Ma dove vai, bellezza, in bicicletta?" by michele.mastrosimone89 on Flickr.
Simone de Beauvoir photographiée par Henri Cartier-Bresson, Paris 1946
Because the English Bourgeois finds himself reproduced in his law, as he does in his God, the policeman’s truncheon […] has for him a wonderfully soothing power. But for the workingman quite otherwise ! — Fred Engels (via class-struggle-anarchism)