Z0rlord on Nostr: Did you know?? "As long as I possessed nothing more than my bed and my books, I was ...
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"As long as I possessed nothing more than my bed and my books, I was happy. I now own nine chickens and a rooster, and my soul is disturbed. Property has made me heartless.
Every time I bought a chicken I tied it to a tree for two days, to impose my address on it, destroying in its fragile memory the love of its old residence. I fixed my yard fence, in order to keep my birds from evading, and the four and two foot fox invasion. I isolated myself, fortified the border, drew a diabolical line between my neighbor and I. I divided humanity into two categories; me, owner of my chickens, and the others who could take them from me. I defined the crime. The world was filled to me with alleged thieves, and for the first time I cast a hostile look from the other side of the fence.
My rooster was too young. The neighbor's rooster jumped the fence and started courting my hens and bittering my rooster's existence. I stoned the intruder, but they jumped the fence and hiked at the neighbor's house. I claimed the eggs and my neighbor hated me. Since then I saw his face over the fence, his inquisitive and hostile gaze, identical to mine. Their chickens crossed the fence, and devoured the wet corn that consecrated mine. The alien chickens looked like criminals to me. I chased them, and blinded by rage I killed one. The neighbor attributed the attack to a huge importance. He didn't want to accept a compensation. He seriously removed the carcass of his chicken, and instead of eating it, he showed it to his friends, with which the legend of my imperialist brutality began to circulate around the town. I had to strengthen the fence, increase surveillance, raise, in a word, my war budget. The neighbor has a dog that is determined to do everything; I'm thinking of getting a revolver.
Where is my old peace? I'm poisoned by distrust and hatred. The spirit of evil has taken over me.
Once I was a man.
I am now a landlord."
-"Hens", by anarchist Rafael Barrett, Paraguay, 1910.
"As long as I possessed nothing more than my bed and my books, I was happy. I now own nine chickens and a rooster, and my soul is disturbed. Property has made me heartless.
Every time I bought a chicken I tied it to a tree for two days, to impose my address on it, destroying in its fragile memory the love of its old residence. I fixed my yard fence, in order to keep my birds from evading, and the four and two foot fox invasion. I isolated myself, fortified the border, drew a diabolical line between my neighbor and I. I divided humanity into two categories; me, owner of my chickens, and the others who could take them from me. I defined the crime. The world was filled to me with alleged thieves, and for the first time I cast a hostile look from the other side of the fence.
My rooster was too young. The neighbor's rooster jumped the fence and started courting my hens and bittering my rooster's existence. I stoned the intruder, but they jumped the fence and hiked at the neighbor's house. I claimed the eggs and my neighbor hated me. Since then I saw his face over the fence, his inquisitive and hostile gaze, identical to mine. Their chickens crossed the fence, and devoured the wet corn that consecrated mine. The alien chickens looked like criminals to me. I chased them, and blinded by rage I killed one. The neighbor attributed the attack to a huge importance. He didn't want to accept a compensation. He seriously removed the carcass of his chicken, and instead of eating it, he showed it to his friends, with which the legend of my imperialist brutality began to circulate around the town. I had to strengthen the fence, increase surveillance, raise, in a word, my war budget. The neighbor has a dog that is determined to do everything; I'm thinking of getting a revolver.
Where is my old peace? I'm poisoned by distrust and hatred. The spirit of evil has taken over me.
Once I was a man.
I am now a landlord."
-"Hens", by anarchist Rafael Barrett, Paraguay, 1910.