Serious, I have been trying to find originals of his works for years. I found one today. It is amazing how those with money will ride on the death of others (US$15441). I posted this because I am reminded how fragile life is, its fifty years since the death. I still wonder sometimes if his death was really a heart attack. The death happened just ten days after the Nazi book burnings in Berlin, I often wonder if the files of “Institut für Sexualwissenschaft” which were rumored to contain over ten thousand questionnaires on sexuality, contributed to the arrest, internment and eradication of so many young people. As a child growing up in Australia, alone and vilified, many of his writings have touched my heart. It is said he died on 16 May 1933 in the office of his doctor, only a few houses from his own, if he only knew what the tides of change were about to unleash in occupied Nazi Germany.
Ever reviled, accursed, ne’er understood,
Thou art the grisly terror of our age.
“Wreck of all order,” cry the multitude,
“Art thou, and war and murder’s endless rage.”
O, let them cry. To them that ne’er have striven
The truth that lies behind a word to find,
To them the word’s right meaning was not given.
They shall continue blind among the blind.
But thou, O word, so clear, so strong, so pure,
Thou sayest all which I for goal have taken.
I give thee to the future! Thine secure
When each at least unto himself shall waken.
Comes it in sunshine? In the tempest’s thrill?
I cannot tell – but it the earth shall see!
I am an Anarchist! Wherefore I will
Not rule, and also ruled I will not be!
John Henry Mackay