CCF Urban Guerrilla Cell: “The Snake and the Falcon” for Mauricio Morales

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“The only thing that I’m afraid of is the time…The detriment of remembrance that looks like a second death for those who are gone… Time is a friend of death…Unless we stop the hands of the clock and fill our journals with days that those who are gone were dreaming of… Then death will have no power and our dead will live on in our hearts.”

On May 22th 2009 the anarchist Mauricio Morales gets killed while carrying a bomb in order to place it at the prison wardens’ school in Chile.

Many believe that our struggle is futile… They don’t believe that a minority of defiant anarchists can attack the governmental beast.

Still they’re forgetting that always a minority -like detonators- overturn history and derail what has been considered as a given yesterday.

Others believe that we are romantics and that it isn’t worth sacrificing ourselves for others… Yet, as it has been written somewhere “The revolutionary anarchist doesn’t sacrifice him/herself for the society, but instead he/she sacrifices the existing society. The constant anarchist revolution isn’t a sacred duty that has to be carried out by selfless ascetic martyrs. Instead, it encapsulates the individual insurrection as well, since it’s that point where our change meets with the change of the world…”

So even if we die, it’s because we have truly lived…

This is the reason that we don’t believe in mortuaries, but in actions, words and meanings that are carrying our souls within the centuries…

Seven years after his death, we are still meeting again with Mauricio Morales through the words of the anarchist Emma Goldman:

“I do not know how many of you have read Gorki’s marvelous prose-poem called “The Snake and the Falcon.” The snake cannot understand the falcon. “Why don’t you rest here in the dark, in the good slimy moisture?” the snake demands. “Why soar to the heavens? Don’t you know the dangers lurking there, the stress and storm awaiting you there, and the hunter’s gun which will bring you down and destroy your life?” But the falcon paid no heed. It spread its wings and soared through space, its triumphant song resounding through the heavens. One day the falcon was brought down, blood streaming from its heart, and the snake said: “You fool, I warned you, I told you to stay where I am, in the dark, in the good warm moisture, where no one could find you and harm you.” But with its last breath the falcon replied: “I have soared through space, I have scaled dazzling heights, I have beheld the light, I have lived, I have lived!”*

For Mauricio Morales…
For the comrades that are gone…

Conspiracy of Cells of Fire – Urban Guerilla Cell
Gerasimos Tsakalos
Christos Tsakalos
Olga Economidou
George Polydoros

*Excerpt from “An Anarchist Looks at Life” by Emma Goldman; speech delivered at Foyle’s 29th Literary Luncheon, Grosvenor House; London 1933.

(translated into English by Radiofragmata Translation Project)

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3 Responses to CCF Urban Guerrilla Cell: “The Snake and the Falcon” for Mauricio Morales

  1. Pingback: CCF Urban Guerrilla Cell: “The Hawk and the Snake” for Mauricio Morales | Mpalothia

  2. contra info says:

    (…) I do not know how many of you have read Gorki’s marvelous prose-poem called “The Snake and the Falcon.” The snake cannot understand the falcon. “Why don’t you rest here in the dark, in the good slimy moisture?” the snake demands. “Why soar to the heavens? Don’t you know the dangers lurking there, the stress and storm awaiting you there, and the hunter’s gun which will bring you down and destroy your life?” But the falcon paid no heed. It spread its wings and soared through space, its triumphant song resounding through the heavens. One day the falcon was brought down, blood streaming from its heart, and the snake said: “You fool, I warned you, I told you to stay where I am, in the dark, in the good warm moisture, where no one could find you and harm you.” But with its last breath the falcon replied: “I have soared through space, I have scaled dazzling heights, I have beheld the light, I have lived, I have lived!” (…)

    Excerpt from “An Anarchist Looks at Life” by Emma Goldman; speech delivered at Foyle’s 29th Literary Luncheon, Grosvenor House; London 1933.

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  3. Thanks comrades!

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