The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): CollectsTraubel, Horace
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The Glebe 1914/04 (Vol. 2, No. 1): Collects
Traubel, Horace
American essays -- 20th century; Literature, Modern -- 20th century -- Periodicals
paints a picture again or preaches of beauty. I dont care. I am first of
all interested in men and women. I want to know first of all what
becomes of men and women. If men and women get what belongs to them the
graces will take care of themselves. But if the ornaments are put first
then they are discredited and must be dethroned. What we will do with
the esthetic will depend first and last of all upon what we do with men
and women. I want every door opened as far as it will go. And every
heart. And every fortune. And every opportunity. And every vista. I dont
want anybody standing anywhere asking anyone: Where's your ticket? As if
the sun before shining should ask: Where's your ticket? Or the air we
breathe: Where's your ticket? All have made what the few have. Yet the
few ask: Where's your ticket? As if love should ask: Where's your
ticket? There is no ticket. There is the open way. There is no ticket.
There is the eager willing impulse. There is no ticket. There is the
unhesitating sacrifice and consecration. There is no ticket. There are
only fields on which we share the harvest. There is no ticket. There is
the commune. There is no ticket. There are only people. When you push
through no one asks: Where are you going? Everybody says: Walk right in.
When you look for what you want no one asks: Will you pay cash down for
it or shall I charge it? Everyone says: Help yourself. You say: People
never will work in your world. I say: People who get too little so hard
will not stop work because they are to get enough so easy. Everywhere we
go now everything is closed and everybody is asked: Where's your ticket?
Everywhere we go then everything will be wide open and everybody will be
told: Make yourself at home. We are to continue on and on till the last
outcast becomes the first citizen. Till this generation of exiles
becomes the next generation of comrades. To leave no door unopened.
When you hear of a ship going down at sea do you say: That is the
conclusion?
When you see one man do a mean thing to another man do you say:
That is the conclusion?
When you see systems substituted for souls do you say: That is
the conclusion?
I love the people: I never see the enemy of the people as the
conclusion:
There is something more to come: after the shadow light is to
come:
When you fall down, when you are only half a man, I say there is
something more to come:
Why, dear comrade--after half a man a whole man is to come: out
of you, too, is to come:
For the conclusion of a man is only in the perfection of a man:
nothing else is a conclusion:
For the conclusion of sex is only in the perfection of sex:
nothing else is a conclusion:
And you may be sure that after all the black has come that can
come white will follow:
And you may be sure that after all the journeys down hill you
will find your way to the crest again.
HAVE YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL?
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