The Daily Worker Newspaper, October 16, 1926, Page 11

ages of Socialism ave naturally given themselves over to idividu- which has scarcely any feeling for the phenome- th new collective soul that is just beginning to t ‘fs wings which, at present, are still weak. ortune Hes im: the fact: that they are every-» accepting the psycho-pathological phenomenon mob as the true example of collective feeling and ig and as the true expréssion of the: collective They’ are inclined to accept, especially. the. ympathies, as for example, the lofty sympathies heroes and martyrs of theeollective idea, merely r external, individualized aspect, without noticing leeper, social character. But.:then, shall: we not: iged toi-wait for the artist-proletarian to express Hectiverreative .processes: of human. life?;-I-do ink s0«.cKven ‘art: itself; if conditions help it ta e ‘normal ;ferms. of -life—eircles, schools, tendens: 2am lead.to. correct: performances. I want to. say hé artist who carries on.his work.as teacher,. '§. pupils, who. feels that he is giving expression - ups and to masses and: is. their inspiration; can er the. bright depths of ‘the new -super-individu-: soul thru simple-self-obseryation. Unfortunately, tualism is. ruining: our: artists; Instead of great: s forms of art, echools, we bee before us a forced, hysteri- cal striving after originality, aloofness. Our artist can hardly create collectively at all, and that deprives him of the possibility of understanding the rising and grow- ing collective psyche. Pa . be “The Fourth: Stage. ; Tif one merely considerg here the standpoint of philosophy and history asa new epoch im» human culture, differing radically from)*all former epochs fascinating lustre. . Labor,.in all, of its forms, is a process of the humanizing of nature, of its subjection to reason, of the. conquest, of the. universe. But it cannot have: the same significance in all its, fullness so long ,as it/1s,plecemeal..and js conducted chaotically. Its | piecemeal character, itg disorganization, expresSes it- self in; the degrading fact, that it is a slave of the eco- } nomic environment .which it has itself created, of its )own means. of production. No less frightful afd degrad- nomic environment which H has itself created, of ta people one against, another.“ The stage of profound dis- orgenization- of.insane squandering of cultural forces, of internal struggic, is absolutely unavoidable in F rom the River A Story ved to get the low-down on it. jis also susceptible to explosion, in the distance drums, ‘followed up school. Wearing on the sorely tired | the day of glory marches nearer. Beautiful women up , life-giving to the budding mind; bright seeds of | above—Helens, Sonnicas, Follies girls, perhaps even \orizons, of the peoples’ heroes “plunging thru the | virgins—-the kind men drowned railroads for and sweat- ferstorm,” of the ultimate calm blue sky and sweet- jed 800 fellow men on a great unhappy Hner, and for $ river. While the big boxes stretched his muscles, | each vessel 400 longshoremen must strain away months & flexed his mind. A ladder out of his present un- |of life that euch beauty might be brightly robed and y life, rungs by the cynic aristos of Athens, | royally jeweled. A tithe of one pearl would have saved oza, distorted sayings of a certain Judean Com- ihe factory girl from the river. Fat etuff, will you ist, the sunburst that was Shelley, naughty Ger- | never get off the adder? Shali we have to slap you to 5, that baddest of.bad boys—Lenin. Hell. Dig the | sheep? in. | Three hundred pound bags of’ beans. ‘Best breakers n of owner of line disturbed him. Fat, bloated, }of backs end guts I know. Slaves carry ’em on iheir tristo made no use of chance to see world and its | backs or try to. Bags. Tens, twenties, hundreds, -mil- ctties, understand and succor itslost)men and wo- jlions. Bags. Baga. ‘Thuggees. Assassins. Bags. Com- Paddy had just been reading of Akragas, “the | rade gasping in the wings, bidéd on his lips, more blood «beautiful. city of-mortals.” Ah to-go to Akragas, coming. Ain't i annoying.” Another lowbrew’s got an @h he ‘tad not* read its witite temples were ob- "internal hemorrhage “Up" trom’ ‘your-tall “there?” : the foreman at him in kindly tones. Paddy snitched a 3d by smokey factories, look at the ladder. Up it wended, up from the broken etories! ddy trembled at a poem by a naughty New York / childish men, up from squalid homes reeking always sal. About the factory wench and her dream of | of foul toilets, up from comrades slowly recovering in w things, she got caught and she couldn’t wed, so hospitals, up from uneung corpses ef the industrial the dark river, though the workers, all of ‘em, were dead, up to a fine home, a lovely woman, really happy thing to her relief. Horizon dotted with five-point | children, nearer Jandscape threaded with a silver river, ters, added Patrick, and hammers and sickles> glinting with hammers and sickles and five-pointed hy couldn’t the masters pay’ more? This bloated | stare, winking a promise of freedom. Long roll of w had a hand im it. Why the fat stuff was stand- | workers’ drums end worldwide army marching. Hell. 8q ely in his way on the ladder. Guess the | pig the hook in. eck . ter would have to present their bill. _No doubt Patrick : For a breather coming out into square of hatch, there wae the bloated fellow grinning down at him. At his side a fabulous face that must have bloomed in Akra- gas. Jolly girl, of good shape. Probably having lots of fun. Happier and happier, Huh! The unwed mother plunging into the dark river. “Paddy me bye!” protested the big-hearted foreman. The chained young colossus hastened to dig his. hook in @ case, Rattling of the winches on deck above. Winches too often defective, causing drafts to fal and take human lives, winches the masters cared little about, so much profit im the cargo you know, life-tak- ing winches, thought-murdering winches, proper éxcres- ences on the dungy river, damnable winches,’ suggest- ing the drumfire of heavy machine-guns, Machine guns. Winches, Machine-guns! Maechine-guns! I must get back to my. lwook, said Paddy, the day of glory ts ‘Growing unbearable et the bottom of this hot and filthy river, into which the tortured factory gtri bed flung herself. Time to go up on the ladder, up to the | woman of Akragas, up from foulnese, fecal death. How sweet the new air. He dropped the slave's hook, stood up straight, deeply, a free man. Paddy smiled happily, Things ahead looked really worthwhile, Perhaps becanse another case fell out of t time with better aim, they never found the ear with the pitiful scratch, A bit of, cheap mess, I fear, on very valuable cases. But Patrick, himself seemed to mount, and burst on his famishing eyes white strand and whiter columns, a gorgeous countenance under bluest eky, gaily decorated with five-pointed stare and hammers and sickles, Up from the dark river! In his ears as he passed the roll of drums was drowned by ¢he tread of all earth marching, the river was clearing up, big fect down, big feet up, sweat sting- ing but never mind, free men, free forever, t Jkyment.then. J should say not. Hope to kiss Fat fellows on the latter. Knives cut meat, it thru:which mankind hag, lived, sogialigm takes on a ing are the class and national struggles which arm — LUNACHARSKY. the growth of the economic power of man—but once ft is understood, it becomes a curse. A significant part of the most painful and the most offensive sufferings of men are created by men themselves in their blind and fatal struggle and division among themselves. The process of destroying the dependence of the inspired person upon his soulless tools, of destroying class and national struggles, is difficult and complicated; but as a@ result of this process, an enormous quantity of Iiv- ing, cultural forces must be set free. The rapidity of the progressive movement of mankind will transcend ali conceivable boundaries. Mankind will be trans formed into a harmonious family of gods which will consciously follow its great goal—to secure the exist- ence and development of great phenomenon in thé world: enjoyment, thinking and creation—phenomena, which arose in the world as a result of a happy concur rence of climatic and chemical conditiong on a small planet and which find themselves in constant danger of senseless loss of energy or even of destruction M4) @:F Pin» sult of these latent processes. The self-defense Of the We man kind is closely bound up with attack. The eternal goal of man and the goal which is continually drawing farther away fron him, is to become a God, the prime thought and the feeling heart of the world. On the road to the realization of this dream, which hag been of past and present, there will be created colossal eul- tural works and there will be realized the growth of fefinement of the capacity to feel and enjoy, of the power of thought and the commanding mightiness of the will, indescribable in our language. Secialism as a social question, is the prerequisite of frue culture; it sets itself the goal of organizing even aow the enormous but disintegrated forces of humanity. Socialist as a teaching is the true religion of man- kind, divested of its mythical cloak in which the in- adequate development of the intellect and the feelings of our fathers had enveloped it. It unites our “bumble, “materialistic” origin, the unavoidability of suffering, or degradation thru which we have lived, of baseness and error which we have committed; the unavoidability of the bitter draught of sufferings which we are still to take, and together with all this—the loftiness and greatness of the task of all human co-operation which sets before itself ever more clearly the goal: there must be a god, a living one, an all-happy and all-power- ful one. We are his creators! Scientific socialism reveals, abstractly and in its basic lines, the painful, moving, majestic and strange process of god-reating, otherwise called economic process. Art, the art of tragedy, must reveal and make us feel this process in the whole, concrete, fiery, multi! colored, stormy transformation of its endless, real or conceivable manifestations. Every true art of tragedy is socialistic. Conscious art of tragedy is doubly social- istic. Socailism needs art. All propaganda is embryonic art. All art is propaganda. It is the education of souls, their gultural transformation, Qn the general basis of the ‘tragic world view, many tendencies are naturally possible which may, contend with. one another. But such a struggle is capable of giving birth to new lives, ° to new blossoms, is capable of adding surfaces to the thousand-surtaced figure of the human soul, The union between scientific socialism and true art fs @ natural one. Unfortunately, ver? few at present understand the full cultural significance of socialigm, and at the same time, new masterpieces of true art are unfortunately very rare.