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Anarchy
Identifier
004678
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
Cezanne, Pissaro and the writer Emile Zola were all anarchists. Anarchists are usually regarded with much suspicion as destructive individuals, but for a painter, being an anarchist was likely to be constructive, as by not following anyone or taking orders, they were likely to be more creative. Anarchy comes from the Greek word AN ARCHOS or ‘Without a master’. …..
Maurice Denis wrote “In times of decadence, everyone is an anarchist, both those who are and those who pride themselves on not being anarchists, because each one takes the law unto himself. We love order passionately, but the order we create, not the order we receive”.
A description of the experience
These are decadent times that we live in, self indulgent and not just a phase
Morals fly out the window, marriages counted in days
What we want we go for regardless, regardless of who might get hurt
Pleasure, possessions and people, all the same in this time of the flirt
“Don’t you tell me I can’t have what I want, don’t tell me I know that I can”
“I’ll have what I want” is the watch word, ignoring both woman and man
But we two, dear, live yesterdays’ morals, concerned for the people we know
What we want we don’t have ‘cos of others, what we long for just cannot be so
We don’t have much need of possessions, we two, just enough to get by
For you love and wine are your hobby. I paints and canvases buy
All I ‘want’ is your company always. All I want is your love every day
All I need is to see you more often, but our consciences keep this at bay.
But although we both bow to convention, and follow the rules to the letter
I think we both have a free spirit, buried deep with a hope ‘twill be better
Closet anarchists us, not conformists, both rebelling a bit ‘gainst our lot
Not hurting or shaming the others, but aiming for what we’ve not got
Quite pathetic our anarchy really, we hide it away as in shame
But we don’t accept everything’s given, and don’t look for someone to blame
We don’t accept orders are given, that hardship and sorrow our fate
We try all the time to be closer, we try even if there’s a long wait
So keep your long hair my dear rebel, my dear fellow spirit and friend
Our anarchy’s not really dangerous, but we’ll both see it through to the end
I’ve loved you for 30 odd years now, no revolutions or rebellions or riot
We’re civilised anarchists, no messy scenes, and all done in secret and quiet.