,,the ,,little ,,review ,literature ,drama ,music ,art ,,margaret ,c4 ,,anderson ,,editor ,,august1 #aiaf ,a ,real ,magazine ,margaret ,c4 ,anderson ,wakefulness ,amy ,lowell ,plymouth ,rocks ,r4 ,g4 ,ulysse ,fait ,son ,lit ,jean de ,bosschere ,modernity ,exposed3 ,caesar ,zwaska ,sandburg's ,chicago ,poems ,the ,case of ,masters ,the ,poet ,sings to the ,world ,ben ,hecht ,splendid ,isolation ,john ,grimes ,the ,tree ,helen ,hoyt ,editorials and ,announcements ,julia to ,jim ,sue ,golden ,a ,vers ,libre ,contest ,the ,reader ,critic ,published ,monthly #ae cents a copy ,,margaret ,c4 ,,anderson1 ,publisher ,montgomery ,block ,,san ,,francisco1 ,,cal4 #a4ej a year ,entered as second-class matter at ,postoffice1 ,san ,francisco1 ,cal4 ,,the ,,little ,,review ,,vol4 ,,iii ,,august1 #aiaf ,,no4 #e ,copyright1 #aiaf1 by ,margaret ,c4 ,anderson ,a ,real ,magazine ,,margaret ,c4 ,,anderson ,i am afraid to write anything2 ,i am ashamed4 ,i have been realizing the ridiculous tragedy of ,the ,little ,review4 ,it has been published for over two years without coming near its ideal4 99 99 99 99 99 ,the ultimate reason for life is ,art4 ,i don't know what they mean when they talk about art for life's sake4 ,you don't make art so that you may live2 you do just the reverse of that4 ,life takes care of itself1 rolls on from the first push1 and then falls over the edge4 ,art uses up all the life it can get--and remains forever4 ,art for ,art's sake is merely the sensible statement of the most self-evident fact in the world4 ,it has been the easy creed of charlatans2 but what does that matter8 ,it has always been the faith of the strongest4 ,well--,i wanted ,art in ,the ,little ,review4 ,there has been a little of it1 just a very little4444 ,it is tragic4 ,i tell you4 ,and ,revolution8 ,revolution is ,art4 ,you want free people just as you want the ,venus that was modelled by the sea4444 ,all my inadequate stammerings about ,emma ,goldman have been to show her as the artist she is3 a great artist1 working in her own material as a ,michael ,angelo worked in his4 ,now we shall have ,art in this magazine or we shall stop publishing it4 ,i don't care where it comes from--,america or the ,south ,sea ,islands4 ,i don't care whether it is brought by youth or age4 ,i only want the miracle6 ,where are the artists8 ,where is some new ,pater1 and how will his 8,she is older than the rocks among which she sits0 sound to us8 ,where is some new ,arthur ,symons with his version of 8,peter ,weyland08 ,where is a ,henry ,james and a ,hardy and a ,bjornson and an ,andreyev for us8 ,where is a ,jean-,christophe who will let us publish his songs8 ,helen ,hoyt1 you have a poem in this issue called ,the ,tree4 ,it is not ,art2 it is merely a rather good poem4 ,you could have made it ,art4 ,do it every time1 for the love of the gods6 8,sue ,golden0 has one about ,jim and ,arabella4 ,it has an interesting idea that many people need to understand4 ,why not make ,art of it8 ,i know one of hers which begins 8,my body is too frail for these great moods0--and the miracle is in it4 ,i loathe compromise1 and yet ,i have been compromising in every issue by putting in things that were 8almost good0 or 8interesting enough0 or 8important40 ,there will be no more of it4 ,if there is only one really beautiful thing for the ,september number it shall go in and the other pages will be left blank4 ,come on1 all of you6 ,wakefulness ,,amy ,,lowell ,jolt of market-carts2 ,steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement2 ,a black sky lacquered over with blueness1 ,and the lights of ,battersea ,bridge ,pricking pale in the dawn4 ,the beautiful hours are passing ,and still you sleep6 ,tired heart of my joy1 ,incurved upon your dreams1 ,will the day come before you have opened to me8 ,plymouth ,rocks ,r4 ,g4 ,some new ,agitation is always fretting the souls of those who feel that it is their task to save the world from itself4 ,of late it has been ,birth ,control4 ,they have been going to prison for merely mentioning the words ,birth ,control in the presence of an ingenue government4 ,and all the time the government has the most perfect system of ,birth ,control for genius and art--the ,national ,board of ,censorship--so perfect as to produce sterility4 ,a simple mind would wonder why these agitators don't first fight the censorship1 and perhaps all these things would be added unto them6 ,last winter a rumor did come out of ,new ,york that a few of these and a few artists were trying to form a plan of unorganized but concerted action1 each profession or art or group protesting to the state on its own behalf4 ,it turned out to be another of those ,spoon ,river things3 when the test came a few stood by the idea1 but the others were either too lily-livered to have their names appear or the inevitable ,puritan ancestor arose to remind them that after all they were ,plymouth ,rocks4 ,and all the while the tale grows finer yet3 ,jerome ,blum1 a painter of reputation1 a real painter1 returned from ,china in the spring naively bringing with him1 to this land of the free1 a little collection of ,chinese and ,japanese art to keep by him for the delight of his soul4 ,in the collection was a book over one hundred and fifty years old1 containing eight original paintings on silk1 by one of the greatest of ,chinese painters1 and a ,japanese scroll1 twelve feet long1 of even finer workmanship4 ,mr4 ,blum was summoned before the ,collector of the ,port of ,chicago4 ,the two works described had been declared obscene by an appraiser3 8,they would arouse the passions of an ordinary man40 ,they were to be destroyed1 with the possible inclusions of the entire case of old bronzes1 tapestries1 embroideries1 etc41 in which they were shipped4 ,mr4 ,blum had laid himself open to a fine of thousands of dollars1 with something like five years imprisonment1 for good measure4 ,law versus ,art4 ,mr4 ,blum offered to paint out all objectionable parts1 asked permission to send the things back to ,china or permission to present them to some museum4 8,art or no ,art1 all paintings of the kind were to be burned0 was the decree from the customs officials4 ,and the two 8obscene0 works of art were burned in the furnace of the ,federal building4 ,no need here to go into what ,mr4 ,blum must have suffered as an artist over the destruction of precious beauty never to be replaced--or as a man over the delicate and unobscene discussions1 by the officials1 of the objectionable parts1 over the injustice of having his property destroyed without trial before a jury of his peers4 ,all people of any education know that the art of all ancient peoples sprung from a desire to recreate for the hearts of men the mystery of creation and reproduction of life2 thence came religion to explain to the minds of men the awe and wonder of creation4 ,the ,art of the ,orient is almost wholly concerned with these subjects4 ,here was where ,mr4 ,blum's became 8obscene0 art4 ,if the censors should become informed woe for the ,christian churches1 each raising an 8obscene0 phallic symbol1 in the cross1 shamelessly uncensored to the sky2 the bishops would mourn their fish-mouthed phallic hats1 and so on endlessly4 ,who knows but if left to themselves they may not even reach themselves in their unlimited censorship and be their own destruction8 ,it is not doubt1 but certitude which drives one mad4--,nietzsche4 ,ulysse ,fait ,son ,lit ,,jean ,,de ,,bosschere ,ulysse glorieux1 revenu des batailles ,choisit une terre1 dans la ville qui sourit sa paix ,il est eux2 il s'est donn avec la paix4 ,tous le touchent1 et ,s'il pose la main sur les yeux ,tous crient 8,il songe trahir1 il est orgueilleux ,peut-tre croit-il nous faire honneur ,mme en ne nous regardant pas4 ,nous ferons deux nouvelles statutes pour toi1 ,ulysse6 ,tu seras bien forc te tenir parmi nous40 ,or1 ,ulysse ne songe pas fuir4 ,il sait l'homme dans les cuisines ,dans l'aropage1 dans les batailles ,il les aime avec leurs cailles de poisson ,leurs nageoires sur un corps de truie ,et la tte est celle du canard1 ,les pattes celles du coq1 ,avec des ailes de moineau2 ,il aime leur saveur de mauvais pain d'pices ,mais souvent1 le soir1 l'odeur de chat1 ,l'odeur est trop forte ,et il ne peut plus embrasser ses amis 8,que ma statue et ma pense soient avec eux0 dit-il4 ,dans sa terre1 autour d'un sycomore ,il elve un mur rond de pierre et de bois2 la hauteur du front1 il coupe une porte2 ,elle n'est pas plus large que des paules d'homme ,puis il la ferme avec des planches ,comme les cinq doights de la main cachent une blessure 8,comme un pied appliqu aux vastes fesses des hommes0 ,dit-il2 mais il rougit 8,comme un couvercle sur le monde ,comme un couvercle sur un pot de fromage piqu de vers40 ,dit-il2 mais il rougit4 ,et se frappe trois fois la poitrine4 ,la foule regarde le mur ,il n'y a pas de fentres4 8,ulysse n'a pas le droit de se mettre au tombeau40 ,le jeune ,franklin s'accroche aux branches du sycomore ,se hisse1 et regarde par dessus le mur4 ,il retombe sur ses pieds de sycophante2 8,ah6 il scie le tronc de l'arbre0 crie-t-il4 8,il nous trahit1 il nous vend1 il nous renie40 8,ulysse1 ,ulysse6 nous avons dpos des roses blanches ,sous ta statue ,ulysse1 ,ulysse6 nous accrochons des roses rouges ta porte2 ,ulysse1 ,ulysse montre-toi aux bourgeois de la ville40 ,il a sci le tronc4 ,il en spare des planches adorables1 ,et que l'on peut aimer d'amour ,des planches plus aimables que des miches de pain4 ,ulysse1 sans clous de fer ,construit son lit avec le sycomore4 8,ulysse1 ,ulysse1 le conseil te rclame4 ,nous lui contmes ce que tu fis de l'arbre0 ,lui avait-on1 avec le terre1 donn l'arbre ,d'o le jeune ,franklin pouvait le voir8 ,il n'a pas le droit1 ,pas le droit4 ,il y a peut-tre un souterrain ,certainement il reoit des messages sans fils4 ,oui1 il communique avec l'ennemi4 ,ulysse avec des couleurs rouges et noires ,trace des signes de joie sur son lit et sur sa porte4 ,puis il rit1 ,il rit1 et son cur ,au milieu de l'air joyeux de la poitrine ,et comme une rose sensuelle qui l'ouvre4 ,elle s'panouit comme un soupir d'aise sans limite4 ,alors1 du cot de la mer ,il fore un trou dans la muraille4 8,je vais prendre femme0 dit-il1 8,je sais bien comment elle sera1 lisse et blanche ,des cheveux ni de bl1 ni de chtaigne ,et des yeux sages avec l'ardeur des chats4 ,mais je veux la voir dans ce jour d'exultation peine s'il me faut ajouter une table1 un coffre1 un autel40 ,ulysse regarde par le trou ouvert1 dans la pierre ,ils sont mille autour du mur rond ,et il entend que les hommes disent 8,a-t-il ses armes8 ,vous savez combien des la mamelle il fut malin ,habile aux armes ,et mchant0 ,il voit que les hommes sont chargs de fagots4 ,il y a un bcher autour de la maison4 ,les femmes l'arrosent avec l'huile des lampes ,et y versent celles de leur toilette1 ,les cuisiniers l'huile des poissons conservs1 ,les charrons la poix des charrettes1 ,le batelier apporte une marmite de goudron1 ,et un capitaine1 vtu de ses mdailles de sioux ,pousse la flamme d'une torche sous le bcher4 ,ils cuisent ,ulysse ,car il est bien eux4 ,au loin les statutes sont tranes vers la mer4 ,un chaudronnier les achte la foule trahie4 ,il paie trois guines pour boire en paix4 ,ulysse cuit ,les jeunes filles chantent ,rougies par la lueurs des flammes ,et les mres ravies1 sourient4 ,modernity ,exposed --,and ,gone ,one ,better#a ,,caesar ,,zwaska ,it has come to be that on the stage1 where once we watched for artists1 we find only vainly strutting weak-willed human beings4 ,we are not held1 and the light within the sacred space grows dimmer4 ,we lose all interest in places where once we have found ,art4 ,and how desperate we have become6 ,the procession of the ,imagists has been the only sacred thing before our eyes--thin and fragrant4 ,their fragility has the sap of eternity2 blustering winds1 blowing through the gaps back-stage1 tear at them in vain4 ,the ,imagists have grown straight and strong4 ,the beauty of their tiny procession strikes into our very hearts the emptiness1 the appalling desolation1 of our position4 99 99 99 99 99 ,carl ,sandburg has understood the failures and the lies and exposed the cause4 ,he has shown the lie of your government and the farce and folly of monuments to those who kill to keep it alive4 ,he exposes your little deaths and their perfumed sorrow and the bunk of words and antics of your ,billy ,sunday and fellow citizens4 ,he has heard the 8fellows saying here's good stuff for a novel or it might be worked up into a good play10 when speaking of an ,italian widow living in city slums4 ,he has the courage and the knack of giving them the challenge--calling their bluff2 and he declares with strong conviction that he's able to back up his defiance4 ,who of the scatter-brains living could put her or her daughter-in-law or the working girls or the entire mob1 for that matter1 into a play8 ,but he has put them1 their spirit1 into lines1 gaunt and vivid as their lives4 ,and ,i declare he is the only modern that has got it across4 99 99 99 99 99 ,this is the process of the book and of the poet's progress3 ,the ,chicago poems2 he has worked his vengeance2 from the cinders and ashes1 glowing still1 rise sparks1 brilliant and tiny4 7,he calls them ,handfuls47 ,the stifling smoulder of the ,war poems to the warm rich glow of ,the ,road and the ,end and the flame of the fire with its attendant fogs and then grim shadows4 ,as a confession1 or rather a solidifying of the entire force of the poet1 he reveals the ,other ,days1 quite as intense as the present mood4 ,this from the last of that section3 ,snatch the gag from thy mouth1 child1 ,and be free to keep silence4 ,tell no man anything for no man listens1 ,yet hold thy lips ready to speak4 ,why should a man speak8 ,when there are things to say1 such as the ,red ,son1 always have your lips ready to speak3 ,i am going away and ,i never come back to you2 ,crags and high rough places call me1 ,great places of death ,where men go empty-handed ,and pass over smiling ,to the star-drift on the horizon rim2 ,my last whisper shall be alone1 unknown2 ,i shall go to the city and fight against it1 ,and make it give me passwords ,of luck and love1 women worth dying for1 ,and money4 ,i go where you wist not of ,nor ,i nor any man nor woman4 ,i only know ,i go to storms ,grappling against things wet and naked4 ,there is no pity of it and no blame ,none of us is in the wrong4 ,after all it is only this3 ,you for the little hills and ,i go away4 ,poetry has grown stronger in your eyes8 ,thus has ,carl ,sandburg in one book gone the entire range of a life today4 ,the humanitarian poet as well as the artist-poet4 ,he has proven things--and peoples4 ,the nigger3 foam of teeth 444 breaking crash of laughter2 ,mrs4 ,gabrielle ,giovannitti3 with that kindling wood piled on her head1 coming along ,peoria street nine o'clock in the morning2 ,jan ,kubelik3 girls of ,bohemia 444 in the hills with their lovers2 ,chick ,lorimer3 a wild girl keeping a hold on a dream she wants2 ,mischa ,elman3 a singing fire and a climb of roses2 the plowboy3 turning the turf in the dusk and haze of an ,april gloaming2 the gypsy3 her neck and head the top piece of a ,nile obelisk4 ,he has known uplands when the great strong hills are humble2 losses3 and one day we will hold only the shadows2 wars3 in the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and millions of men following great causes not yet dreamed out in the heads of men2 joy3 sent on singing1 singing1 smashed to the hearts under the ribs with a terrible love2 the mist3 at the first of things1 ,i will be at the last2 and ,the ,great ,hunt3 ,when the rose's flash to the sunset ,reels to the rack and the twist1 ,and the rose is a red bygone1 ,when the face ,i love is going ,and the gate to the end shall clang1 ,and it's no use to beckon or say1 8,so long0-- ,maybe ,i'll tell you then-- some other time4 ,the ,case of ,masters ,in one of ,whitman's songs he speaks to those 8who would assume a place to teach1 or be a poet here in the ,states02 or1 rather1 he questions them1 something like this3 ,what is it you bring my ,america8 ,is it uniform with my country8 ,is it not something that has been better told or done before8 ,have you not imported this1 or the spirit of it1 in some ship8 ,is it not a mere tale8 a rhyme8 a prettiness8--is the good old cause in it8 ,has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets1 politicians1 literats1 of enemies' lands8 ,does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here8 ,does it answer universal needs8 ,will it improve manners8 ,can your performance face the open fields and the seaside8 ,will it absorb into me as ,i absorb food1 air1 to appear again in my strength1 gait1 face8 ,have real employments contributed to it8 original makers1 not mere amanuenses8 ,and so on4 ,i think the questions quoted and the rest of the poem are valuable2 especially in thinking of ,masters' new book4#b ,because here are put to the lawyer1 who is known as a poet1 all the questions of our time4 ,they are put to him because his first book gave us to believe that he was the first poet whom we need scrutinize closely since ,whitman spoke his simplicities to the present and the next ten futures4 ,masters may not cringe before these 8terms obdurate40 ,he will point to ,the ,spoon ,river ,anthology4 ,i will point to his work before the ,anthology and again these later things4 ,masters of course loves ,walt ,whitman4 ,he knows the poem from which ,i quoted4 ,but ,theodore ,watts-,dunton--you remember him8 ,masters1 ,i am sure1 is more anxious and willing to accept1 nay1 subscribe to1 the rules and judgments of this ,victorian critic than to the mere words spoken in poesy of ,watts-,dunton's ,american contemporary1 ,whitman4 ,i am almost certain of this4 ,masters speaks highly of ,watts-,dunton's essay on poetry4 ,it appeared in the ,encyclopedia ,britannica4 ,please read it and find the ,masters creed4 ,he seems ready to bow before it4 ,if ,masters wants honors as a decadent he can have them--really he has earned them4 ,the ,spoon ,river ,anthology3 its manner1 joy1 abandon1 deepest humanity1 art 7all that makes it the tremendous book it is71 seem to be the one great thing that ,masters had to give us4 ,the new book does not show the 8truly deep poetic spirit0 which ,francis ,hackett claims to have found in it4 ,such a judgment is given the lie by such poems as3 ,st4 ,francis and the ,lady ,clare1 ,rain in ,my ,heart1 ,simon ,surnamed ,peter1 ,the ,city1 ,helen of ,troy1 ,o ,glorious ,france1 ,love ,is a ,madness1 ,the ,altar1 ,soul's ,desire1 ,ballad of ,launcelot and ,elaine1 ,in ,michigan1 ,the ,star4 ,our own feeble voice aside1 ,i merely put before you words of two men--one a creator and critic1 and the other a creator and human being4 ,and ,i hope ,i have visualized for you the pathetically absurd spectacle of a 8modern poet0 bowing on bended knee before--4 ,well1 why should a poet bow at all8 ---------- #a ,chicago ,poems1 by ,carl ,sandburg4 ,new ,york3 ,henry ,holt4 #b ,songs and ,satires1 by ,edgar ,lee ,masters4 ,new ,york3 ,macmillan4 ,the ,poet ,sings to the ,world ,,ben ,,hecht ,i am a stranger1 wandering always4 ,only the dark trees know me and the dark skies4 ,wistfully ,i look on you and wander on coldly1 ,for you will not know me444 ,only the night that swims in the black branches knows me ,and the silence that walks in the dark streets4 ,but ,i know you-- ,you of the little words and the little visions ,who are warm with laughter and the joy of common things4 ,i wander among you and ,i wish to laugh ,and ,i yearn to take your hand4 ,but your eyes look into mine and stare ,and there is no love in them such as you lavish elsewhere4 ,your eyes look into mine and frown ,for you will not know me444 ,only the blue distances of the day on the water know me ,and the cold wind that warms itself in my heart4 ,i reach to embrace you1 ,i dream of touching your heart with my fingers1 ,but ,i am a stranger1 wandering always2 ,wistful and coldly mocking your dull faces ,as you slip from my arms like a shadow2 ,hating and laughing at your little sacredness444 ,for you will not know me444 ,only the dark trees know me and the white stars ,and the friendless night that comes smiling to me for comfort1 ,and the cold wind that warms itself in my heart4 ,for you have sent me1 doomed me to wander1 ,and only they know me--the far-away things4 ,only they come to me1 ,taking my hate and my love into their vastness4 ,and sometime you will hear the things ,i have spoken to them-- ,unsaid things of myself and of you-- ,coming out of their distances2 ,tears for your sorrow and wild laughters for your joy4 ,and then you will know me ,even as they knew me3 ,not as an exile singing ,but as a part of your soul that wandered away4 8,splendid ,isolation0#c ,,john ,,grimes ,he might have removed mountains or carved out empires2 instead he turns his nails against provincial society and scratches4 ,pechorin--egoist1 self-seeker1 hater1 superman in swaddlings--stifled to madness by the air of ,russia1 bled of energy1 his idealism thwarted2 fearing to raise his head from the ashes and launch against circumstance1 there was nothing in all ,holy ,russia that could test his soul in supreme activity4 ,he lacked the moral courage that forced the sons of the fathers into revolution4 ,there was left mockery1 and the insulting of the soul with puny wickedness1 vapid and provincial4 ,so genius was poured into the mould of the commonplace4 ,pechorin sought a splendid isolation4 ,he killed humanity in his heart1 became a creature of self1 and began to hate as sincerely as a revengeful1 spoiled child4 ,his hatred becomes sordid vindictiveness2 his emotions correspond to tantrums4 ,he feeds upon the ruined hopes and the despair of society1 making himself 8an author of middle-class tragedies40 ,he looms before us on the screen1 menacing1 grandiose1 ,byronic4 ,but he is great only from the scaling of values4 ,his contact is incessantly with weaker types who bend or break before him4 ,grushnitski is a modish idealist2 ,bela1 a captive maid who acknowledges his right to do as he wills2 ,vera1 a hysterical sentimentalist of that spirituelle type to whom the intense physical traits of ,pechorin make a ready appeal4 ,she quiets her scruples with the sacred notion that she is sacrificing herself1 soul and body to one whose life would otherwise be incomplete4 ,princess ,mary is a typical ,byronese victim1 a devotee at the shrine of heroism1 who for nothing in the world would give herself to a man who has not some mystery or who has not been the victim of some crushing sorrow4 ,contrast her with the vital1 passionate ,natalya in ,turgene's ,rudin4444 ,pechorin hunts easy game4 ,he acknowledges that he has never loved women of spirit3 8,once only ,i loved a woman with a firm will that ,i was unable to vanquish4 ,we parted enemies40 ,what would these erotic1 parasitic ,byrons subsist upon nowadays8 ,woman is no more the mere giver2 she asks and receives in return4 ,pechorin wins from us not honest hatred but contempt4 ,one searches the book for an honorable impulse upon his part4 ,he is a washed-out ,byron2 a pale ,don ,juan4 ,he loves many women for the excitement of mere change4 8,we live out of curiosity4 ,we expect something new4 ,how absurd1 and yet how vexatious60 ,women fall at his feet and he asks derisively3 8,can it be that wickedness is so attractive80 ,he knows the ways of his victim by heart1 he anticipates her every move1 and calls her accomplishment tiresome4 ,passion has shriveled until it is an inglorious segment of his life4 ,it is a thing of curiosity rather than of sympathy4 ,love is an annoyance1 yet he persists in it3 8,i feel within me an insatiate hunger that devours everything it meets upon the way4 ,i look upon joy and suffering only in their relation to myself1 regarding them as nutriment that sustains my spiritual forces4444 ,to none has my love ever brought happiness because ,i have never sacrificed anything for the sake of those ,i loved4 ,i have only tried to satisfy the strange cravings of my heart1 greedily draining their feelings1 their tenderness1 their joy1 their suffering--and ,i have never been able to sate myself40 ,it occurs to ,pechorin that such aimlessness cannot but be a misinterpretation of the mystic handwriting of life4 8,it cannot be that ,i came purposeless into the world4 ,a purpose there must have been1 and surely mine was an exalted destiny because ,i feel within my soul powers immeasurable4 ,but ,i was unable to discover that destiny4 ,i allowed myself to be carried away by the allurements of passions innane and ignoble4 ,from that crucible ,i issued hard and cold as iron40444 8,my chief pleasure is to make everything around me subject to my will4 ,to be the cause of suffering or joy to another without having a definite right to be--is it not the sweetest food for our pride80 ,lermontov is honest4 ,he makes no attempt to vindicate a type4 ,he must have smiled at his hater1 his incipient superman1 shattered by fate casting himself on the bare steppe after killing his horse in a mad ride1 and clasping his body to the earth4 ,did he think to merge himself with the great 8,i am08 8,alas6 there cometh a time when man shall no longer give birth to a star4 ,alas6 there cometh the time of the most contemptible man who can no longer despise himself60 99 99 99 99 99 ,thus spake ,zarathustra6 ,not submission1 self-abnegation1 ,tolstoyanism1 but wholesome self-hatred1 acknowledging in one's self but a bridge to beyond-man4 ,pechorin saw life as an end in itself4 ,he was a creature of the surface1 he feared to plunge into the blue depths4 ,one smiles at his childlike attempt to be self-efficient1 isolated1 damnable4 ,but one is impatiently sorry that his splendid vitality was turned from healthful pioneering to the puny triumphs of the ballroom1 and the conquest of hysterical ladies4 ,young ,russia despises life except as a means4 ,it will hurl revolutions into the world's face1 it will build empires4 ,life will be a hot flame of action and not a hectic afterglow of spent passion4 ---------- #c ,a ,hero of ,our ,time1 by ,a4 ,lermontov4 ,new ,york1 ,alfred ,a4 ,knopf4 ,the ,tree ,,helen ,,hoyt ,on the way to the factory1 ,in the block as you leave the car1 ,growing from cinders ,is a tree4 ,and it has leaves 4444 ,green 4444 ,all around are the factory walls ,and small sooty houses with bleak steps ,and babies crawling among flies 4444 ,in summer ,i have felt the pavements ,pouring out heat like ovens4 ,o tree1 how can you be so patient6 ,editorials and ,announcements ,a ,real ,orchestra in ,san ,francisco ,it's a quite amazing phenomenon3 here in this town encased in philistinism there is a symphony orchestra1 conducted by a radical young man who knows his business1 playing a series of modern music programs during the summer6 ,the first day ,i went out to inspect ,san ,francisco ,i was struck dumb before a poster in a music store announcing ,sunday afternoon concerts by a ,people's ,philharmonic ,orchestra conducted by ,n4 ,sokoloff1 with ,debussy's 8,faun0 and those lovely ,caucasian ,sketches of ,ippolitow-,ivanow on the program1 and ,tina ,lerner as soloist1 etc41 etc4--all for a price ranging between twenty-five and seventy-five cents4 ,i went1 naturally2 not because ,i expected it to be a very good concert1 but because ,i was starved for music4 ,i knew nothing of ,sokoloff1 except that he had played the violin in ,chicago last winter and ,i had missed his concert4 ,perhaps you can imagine the shock and the joy of hearing the 8,faun0 conducted as ,i at least have never heard it done before3 so that it became really a thing of cool lavender shadows in a forest4444 ,it's impossible to describe1 but it made you weep--it was so beautifully done4 ,since then ,i have heard the story of the unique organization4 ,san ,francisco has one orchestra under the leadership of a man who may be called a conservative1 ,i suppose1 and backed by numerous wealthy citizens who have the artistic interests of the town at heart without a very definite knowledge of what channels they should follow4 ,but ,mrs4 ,j4 ,b4 ,casserly1 a musician1 conceived the idea of having better music in ,san ,francisco1 and asked ,mr4 ,sokoloff to undertake these concerts4 ,mr4 ,sokoloff1 who was a violinist rather than a conductor1 was fired by the idea1 and a skating-rink was hired for the first rehearsal4 ,there was some embarrassment as to who should pay the expenses of the rehearsal1 but it was finally decided that if the orchestra men liked the new conductor they would assume the entire cost2 if not1 it was to be 8on0 ,mrs4 ,casserly4 ,as ,i remember1 they played the ,tchaikovsky ,pathetique that afternoon in the sacred halls of the skating-rink1 and when it was over the men rose to cheer the conductor4 8,well1 gentlemen10 said ,mrs4 ,casserly1 8who pays80 ,but there was no hesitation over that trifling matter4 ,and so the concerts began in a local theatre4 ,it is perfectly simple to realize that ,san ,francisco would not largely appreciate such a blessing1 and that ,mrs4 ,casserly and ,mr4 ,sokoloff would be criticised for their 8modern0 programs2 but it is hard to understand the action of the other orchestra people1 who locked up their scores so that the 8rival0 musicians couldn't use them and were forced to buy new ones4 ,this is the typical history of all struggles in the world to find beauty1 so one grows used to it4 ,but the important thing is that the ,people's ,philharmonic is to go on next year1 and their programs 7,i should have mentioned that they play old music1 which is good as well as new music7 are exciting to think of4 ,i listened yesterday to their rehearsal of the ,tristan ,prelude and ,i know that ,mr4 ,stock in ,ravinia ,park is not offering his audiences anything so fresh and inspired as ,mr4 ,sokoloff's reading4 ,may they live long and prosper6 ,an ,anarchist's ,question ,on the day of the ,preparedness ,parade in ,san ,francisco some one threw a bomb and killed eight people1 who undoubtedly didn't deserve to die4 ,since then the city has gone around on tip-toe1 as an anarchist ,i know expressed it4 ,five people who undoubtedly don't deserve it have been thrown into jail and tortured4 ,puzzle3 if the object of preparedness parades is achieved1 everybody will be killed off anyway2 why is one kind of murder so much worse than another8 ,julia to ,jim 7,after reading ,edgar ,lee ,masters' 8,jim and ,arabel's ,sister07 ,,sue ,,golden ,you see1 it's this way1 ,jim 444 ,you can call me a primrose1 if you like1 ,or the ,lover1 for that's a way you have1 or men have1 ,of tying things in bundles1 ,that don't belong in bundles2 ,for every woman1 or man too1 ,i guess1 ,is a separate complex package ,with a little bit of everything ,out of all the other bundles4 ,you find in us exactly what you look for1 ,as ,francis did in ,arabella2 ,it wouldn't have made the least difference ,what you or ,i told him1 ,or what he found out-- ,but about me1 ,jim8 ,you've sat here drinking my coffee1 ,and ,i've made you comfortable and happy1 ,and you've told me all about myself1 ,and you haven't even asked me what ,i thought about myself4 ,it didn't occur to you4 ,do you think ,francis ,has ever gone deeper ,than the curve of ,arabel's cheek1 ,or what he thought her1 or wanted her to be8 ,you call me the ,lover4 ,and try to figure out ,why ,i am not like other women2 ,but ,i am1 ,jim-- ,just an ordinary primrose1 ,for that primrose that changed ,started out like all the others2 ,and you wonder why ,i don't live like the others1 ,get married--,i was once1 have children--my son's grown-- ,so ,i've been all three1 sweetheart and mother and wife1 ,and ,i am still4 ,every woman is all three1 ,but not all at the same time2 ,that's why it is such a bore ,being expected to be4 ,when you have had your coffee1 you'll go down town ,and forget me4 ,and ,i'll forget you1 and be comfortable and happy1 ,not having to remember you4 ,but if ,i were married to you1 ,you'd want me to keep on remembering you ,every minute of the day1 ,and ,i'd be so tired of it by the time you came home1 ,i'd be sorry to see you4 ,i have nothing against marriage1 ,except that it's a bore ,trying to live somebody else's life4 ,you can't do it4 ,married people would be happier ,if they didn't try to4 ,they ought to live as freely ,as we do4 ,all these sudden split-ups ,in the newspapers ,are just this3 ,the hysteria of woman is a shriek of boredom4 ,why1 ,i'd die in a week if ,i had to keep on ,being the particular kind of primrose ,that you think me4 ,but the hysterical woman1 ,there's your flower changing1 ,jim4 ,i'm just the common kind1 but ,i know that ,i'm never the same1 and ,i don't want to be4 ,if ,i'm the mother today1 ,i may be the lover tomorrow1 ,and ,i don't want anybody sitting around on me ,and keeping me from growing4 ,your primrose probably changed ,just to spite the old scientist who kept prying at it4 ,sex8 ,no1 it isn't sex that these people are writing about1 ,it's sentimentality4 ,they have an ideal1 and if the first woman doesn't answer it ,they think the second will1 or the third4 ,and they call it sex1 or beauty1 or urge-- ,but it isn't sex1 ,jim4 ,i know what sex is4 ,the reason ,i like you1 ,jim1 ,is because you haven't any of these silly notions4 ,sex is honest and healthy4 ,you say they trace morbid ideas to sex1 ,but ,i tell you it's the morbid1 silly1 beautiful ideas ,about ,love and about being able to satisfy the ideal ,that are at the root of the trouble about sex6 ,i can't absorb you1 and ,i don't want to1 ,and ,i don't want to be absorbed4 ,i don't know whether you get what ,i mean4 ,i like you1 ,jim1 ,because you leave a person free4 ,after you go1 ,i shall be busy with my own thoughts ,and my own life1 just as if a friend had dropped in4 ,i shall be anything ,i want to be4 ,i shall change into ,just as many primroses as ,i want to1 and you won't ,know anything about it4 ,you ought to get married1 ,jim1 ,no1 not me4 ,but if you came here every night1 ,i'd a thousand times rather be married to you1 ,for ,i have never known anybody more tied up ,than these 8free-love0 people4 ,am ,i happy8 ,well1 ,i'm free4 ,we'd all like to be free and happy4 ,lots of people could be happy--ought to be happy1 ,if they knew enough to be free44444 ,perhaps happiness is partly the chance of being unhappy-- ,you and ,i1 ,jim1 haven't that4 ,but what ,i hate is all this mussing up ,of love and sex and the ideal--it isn't life4 ,one ought to start straight on earth1 ,and take heaven when it comes4 ,i promise the advent of a tragic age3 the highest art in the saying of yea to life1 8tragedy10 will be born when mankind has the knowledge of the hardest1 but most necessary of wars1 behind it1 without1 however1 suffering from that knowledge4--,nietzsche4 ,a ,vers ,libre ,prize ,contest ,through the generosity of a friend1 ,,the ,,little ,,review is enabled to offer an unusual prize for poetry--possibly the first prize extended to free verse4 ,the giver is 8interested in all experiments1 and has followed the poetry published in ,,the ,,little ,,review with keen appreciation and a growing admiration for the poetic form known as vers libre40 ,the conditions are as follows3 ,contributions must be received by ,august #aeth4 ,they must not be longer than twenty-five lines4 ,they must be sent anonymously with stamps for return4 ,the name and address of the author must be fixed to the manuscript in a sealed envelope4 ,it should be borne in mind that free verse is wanted--verse having beauty of rhythm1 not merely prose separated into lines4 ,there will be three judges3 ,william ,carlos ,williams1 ,zo ,aikens and ,helen ,hoyt4 ,there will be two prizes of #be each4 ,they are offered not as a first and second prize1 but for 8the two best short poems in free verse form40 ,as there will probably be a large number of poems to read1 we suggest that contributors adhere closely to the conditions of the contest4 ,the ,reader ,critic ,the ,nymph 7,edgar ,lee1 have you missed anything8--,editor47 ,i see it all now3 ,i was born with the soul of a nymph1 ,and they expected me to be law-abiding and moral6 ,why1 ,i was a nymph from the day my mother lashed me ,for playing kissing games with the boys1 out behind the school1 ,to the day ,i shot my lover in a ,south ,state ,street cabaret ,for flirting with another girl and they put me in the penitentiary4 ,good ,god6 is it a sin to be young8 --,anonymous4 ,how ,stanilaus ,szukalski ,expresses ,life ,l4 ,c4 ,b43 ,there are trees and valleys and mountains--red1 blue1 orange and purple--all smothered by a phosphorescent green4 ,the trees stretch up gnarled hands1 swollen from too much striving4 ,there is no sky4 ,dull coal mingles with the earth clods4 ,diamond mines glitter4 ,the ground is misshapen4 ,flowers give forth a stale odor4 ,a hideous laugh sounds4 ,it comes from the mouth of a hunch-back who1 with prods of burning metal1 forces people into the quick-sands4 ,over the sands sucking1 demoniacal waters rush4 ,here and there an eye or a torso floats on the surface4 ,from the trees and valleys and mountains1 luridly colored1 come human faces4 ,blood runs from their opened arteries4 ,their hands are horribly twisted4 ,in the foreground writhes a shape whose fingers bend back to meet his knuckles4 ,another rears a massive head1 the veins of which stand out further than his purple lips4 ,a woman's arm is extended1 too full of blood4 ,a weird figure hovers over an abyss1 swathed with the vapors arising from the gases of the underground4 ,all the people are dying4 ,everyone breathes hard4 ,a whole mound is composed of a soft substance--disintegrated limbs4 ,the jelly-like mass quivers4 ,this is life4 ,did you see his exhibition at the ,art ,institute8 ,at seventeen one is almost wholly in sympathy with him4 ,phantasy ,noncompos ,mentis1 ,napa1 ,california3 ,night6 ,a lambient fog 99 99 99 99 99 ,stirs the damp echos of the baleful deep1 ,cimmerian in its fell intensity4 ,shrouded in mist1 pale wraiths flit hitherward ,or yon2 lured or impelled 99 99 99 99 99 ,peace6 ,ah6 ,who shall say8 ,borne on the vagrant breeze she floats2 ,kelp in her hands2 'twined in her hair ,the weed from outer seas2 writhing yet strangely still4 ,behold her eyes--shallow1 opaque1 ,yet glaucous with a nascent light1 gleaming ,its message of appeal to answering soul4 99 99 99 99 99 ,ah me6 ,recall the past2 ,blot out its infamies2 this fiery tumult quell ,with one tempestuous kiss4 ,my being swoons--my soul is wafted hence1 ,drowned in its ,god-like1 saccharine ecstasy4#d ---------- #d ,here the ,muse skidded4 ,author contemplated another stanza1 but warder entered with strait jacket and gag4 ,birth ,control ,russell ,palmer1 ,seattle3 444 ,with particular reference to the matter of ,birth ,control1 which the writer has studied in an amateurish fashion for some time1 ,i want to ask you if there has ever been framed a model statute providing for the dissemination of such information by the ,state4 ,if such a model statute exists ,i will arrange to have it introduced in the ,washington ,state ,legislature when that body convenes next ,january4 ,if nothing of this sort is available ,i would earnestly recommend that steps be taken immediately to prepare a measure which will bring about the maximum amount of good and yet at the same time have an opportunity of receiving the support of law-makers elected by a semi-civilized and bigoted people4 ,it should be borne in mind that the ,initiative and ,referendum are both in effect in the ,state of ,washington1 so that there would be a strong probability that such a proposed law would be passed upon directly by the people1 either through the failure of the legislature to meet the issue squarely or its over cautious desire to have its action approved by the voters individually4 ,i believe that such an act would have a fair chance of passage4 ,we look upon our ,state as not altogether unprogressive1 for in addition to the legislative progress indicated by the ,initiative and ,referendum we enjoy woman suffrage1 glory in non-partisan direct primaries1 carry but do not wave a ,red ,light ,abatement ,act1 tolerate ,prohibition and threaten ,single ,tax4 ,so you see there are hopes4 ,what ,is the ,state8 7,an answer to ,alan ,adair's 8,what ,is ,anarchy807 ,alice ,groff1 ,philadelphia3 ,is it not time that thinking people should cease to speak of the social order as 8the state08 ,the very meaning of state is static1 and if there be a qualifying word that does not apply to the life of the social order static is that word4 ,the social order is a growing1 developing1 evolving thing4 ,man is a social as well as an individual being4 ,he may be called a political being by virtue of his social activities1 and the methods he uses to live best his social life2 but the individual man is not a political being--he cannot 8flock in a corner all by himself0 as ,dundreary would say--he is political only in the sense of being an element in a social ego1 with a social will toward the desired social end of that ego4 ,such social ego is continually being formed anew in the social order4 ,the dominating social ego of any stage is not necessarily the highest ideal which the most advanced and thoughtful minds in that stage can conceive4 ,it is the highest ideal of the largest or most powerful number of individuals that are in unanimity upon that ideal and capable of ruling the rest of the social order with it for the time being4 ,every form of social dominance that has ever prevailed in the history of the world will come under this head and answer to this description4 ,and who shall say that the prevailing and dominating social ego at any one stage is not the best possible for the social order at that stage8 ,the individual man with a high philosophic gift and a reasoning mind may say to himself1 and to others3 8,man is capable of a better social order than this1 there are higher and finer ideals than those that prevail0--but he can do absolutely nothing of himself to do away with the prevailing social ego1 and to substitute a new one with better ideals1 as he thinks1 except to teach1 to agitate1 until he can induce a number of individuals to take up his ideal and to join him in a social ego that shall become powerful enough to drive out the dominating ego and substitute for it the new one4 ,this is all that there is to political activity4 ,this is the whole story of social evolution4 ,and no individual or social ego can possibly decide that the new ideal is better than the old until it is 8tried out40 ,it is of course likely to have better elements than the old in so far as it is born of criticism upon the 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