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"0 Poets! You have eyes, but you do not see-and ears, but you do not hear! Great things are unfolding in your midst, and you give us war chants!" [There follows a characterization of the warlike inspiration for "La Marseillaise;'] "This hymn to blood, these frightful imprecations bear witness not to any danger that might be threatening the country, but to the impotence of liberal poetry-poetry without inspiration beyond that of war, stmggle, and endless complaint. ... 0 people! Sing, nonetheless, sing "La Marseillaise;' since your poets are silent or can only recite a pale imitation of the hymn of your fathers. Sing! The harmony of your voices will yet prolong the joy with which triumph had filled your soul; for you, the days of happiness are few and far between! Sing! .. . Yo ur joy is sweet to those in sympathy with you! It has been so long since they heard anything but moans and groans from your lipsP' "Religion Saint-SimomelU1e: La Marseillaise" (extract from L'Organisateur, September 11, 1830) [according to the catalogue of the Bibliotheque Nationale, the author is Michel Chevalier], pp. 3-4. The animating idea of this rhapsody is the conlrontation of the peaceful July Revolution with the bloody Revolution of 1789. Hence, this observation: "Three days of combat sufficed to overturn the throne of legitimacy and divine right .... Victory went to the people, who live from their labors-the rabble that crowds the workshops, the populace that slaves in misery, proletarians who have no properly but their hands: it was the race of men so utterly despised by salon dandies and proper folk. And why? Because they sweat blood and tears to get their bread, and never strut about in the balcony of the Comic Opera. After forcing their way into the heart of the palace, ... they pardoned their prisoners . .. ; they bandaged the wounded .. .. Then they said to themselves: 'Oh, who will sing of our exploits? Who will tell of our glory and our hopes?'" ("La Marseillaise;' as above, p. 1). [U7,31 From a reply to an unfriendly review (in La Revue de Paris) of Charles Pradier's literary labors: "For three years now, we have been appearing daily on the city's sidewalks, and you probably think we have grown accustomed to it all . ... Well, you are nus taken. In fact, every time we step up on OUf soapbox, we hesitate and look around us for excuses; we find the weather unpropitious, the crowds inattentive, the street too loud. We dare not admit that we ourselves lack daring .... And now, perhaps, you understand ... why sometimes we exult in the thought of our work; ... and why, seeing us filled with enthusiasm, . .. you-and others with you-could take it for undue pride;' Ch. Pradier, "Reponse it La Revue de Paris," in Le Boheme, Charles Pradier, editor-in-chief, vol. 1, no. 8 (June 10, 1855). The passage is entirely characteristic of the bearing-at once honest and uncertain-of this newspaper, which did not make it past its initial year of publication. As early as the first issue, it marks itself off from the lax, morally emancipated boheme and makes mention of the pious Hussite sect, the Freres Bohemes, founded by Michel Bradacz, which it would like to ensure a literary posterity. [U7a,11 Sample of the style of the newspaper Le Boheme: r.'What suffers cruelly in the garrets is intelligence, art, poetry, t.he soul! . .. For the soul is a wallet containing

only the hanknotes of paradise, and the shopkeepers of this world would nail this money to their counter like a coin fallen from the hands of a counterfeiter. " Alexandre Guerin, I'Les Mansardes," Le Boheme, 1, no. 7 (May 13, 1855). [U7a,2] From a confrontation between the underclass intellectuals and the ruling-class intellectuals: "You princes of thought, jewels of the intellect . .. , since you have moved to disown us, we in turn have abjured your paternity; we have disdained your crowns and impugned your coats of arms. We have cast aside the grandiose titles you formerly sought for your labors: we arc no longer "The Elan," "The Star," or "The Will-o'-the-'Wisp," . .. but instead are "The Pretentious Fool," "The Penniless,H "The Promised Land," "The Enfant Terrible," "The Tragic Pariah," or "The Bohemian," and thus we protest . .. your egotistical authority." Charles Pratlier, "Peres et fils," Le Boheme, 1, no. 5 (April 29, 1855). [U7a,3] Le Boheme, in its first issue, bears the subtitle Nonpolitical Newspaper. [UB,!] "Do me the kindness of walking through the gambling dens, the little restaurants ncar the Pantheon or the Medical School. There you will find . .. poets who are moved only by envy and all the lowest passions, the self-proclaimed martyrs of the sacred cause of progress, who . . . smoke many a pipe . . . without doing anything . . . ; whereas Piconel, whose beautiful lines yon have cited, Piconel the garment worker, who carns four and a half francs a day to feed eight people, is registered at the charity office!! ... I have no , .. wish, paradoxical as it might seem, to commend the hoasting of Dumas pere or to excuse the indifference of some of his friends toward younger writers; but I declare to you that the greatest enemies of those who have heen deprived of a literary legacy are not the writers of renown, the monopolizers of the daily feuilleton, but rather the falsely disinherited, those who do nothing but hurl insults, drink, and scandalize honest people, and all this from the vantage point of art." Eric Isoard, "Les Faux Bohbnes," Le Boheme, 1, no. 6 (May 6, 1855). [UB,2] It is significant that Le Bohiime, which looks after the rights of the literary proletariat-who sympathize, to some extent, with the industrial proletariat-would see fit, in an article entitled "Du Roman en general et du romancier moderne en particulier" , by Paul Saulnier (vol. 1, no. 5), to condemn the practice of "slavers;' Monsieur de Santis, as the novelist in vogue is named here, returns hOllle after a day spent in idleness. "Directly upon his arrival home, Monsieur de Santis locks himself in ... and goes to open a little door hidden behind his bookcase.-He finds himself, then, in a sort of little study, dirty and quite poorly lit. Here, with a long goose quill in his hand, with his hair standing on end, is a man with a face at once sinister and unctuous,-Oho! with this one, you can tell froll1 a mile away he's a novelist-even if he is only a former employee of tl,e ministry who learned tl,e art of Balzac from the serials in Le Constitutiannel. It is the veritable author of 17" Chamber afSkulls!It is the novelist!" [UB,3]

only the hanknotes of paradise, and the shopkeepers of this world would nail this<br />

money to their counter like a coin fallen from the hands of a counterfeiter. " Alexandre<br />

Guerin, I'Les Mansardes," Le Boheme, 1, no. 7 (May 13, 1855). [U7a,2]<br />

From a confrontation between the underclass intellectuals and the ruling-class<br />

intellectuals: "You princes of thought, jewels of the intellect . .. , since you have<br />

moved to disown us, we in turn have abjured your paternity; we have disdained<br />

your crowns and impugned your coats of arms. We have cast aside the grandiose<br />

titles you formerly sought for your labors: we arc no longer "<strong>The</strong> Elan," "<strong>The</strong><br />

Star," or "<strong>The</strong> Will-o'-the-'Wisp," . .. but instead are "<strong>The</strong> Pretentious Fool,"<br />

"<strong>The</strong> Penniless,H "<strong>The</strong> Promised Land," "<strong>The</strong> Enfant Terrible," "<strong>The</strong> Tragic<br />

Pariah," or "<strong>The</strong> Bohemian," and thus we protest . .. your egotistical authority."<br />

Charles Pratlier, "Peres et fils," Le Boheme, 1, no. 5 (April 29, 1855). [U7a,3]<br />

Le Boheme, in its first issue, bears the subtitle Nonpolitical Newspaper. [UB,!]<br />

"Do me the kindness of walking through the gambling dens, the little restaurants<br />

ncar the Pantheon or the Medical School. <strong>The</strong>re you will find . .. poets who are<br />

moved only by envy and all the lowest passions, the self-proclaimed martyrs of the<br />

sacred cause of progress, who . . . smoke many a pipe . . . without doing anything<br />

. . . ; whereas Piconel, whose beautiful lines yon have cited, Piconel the<br />

garment worker, who carns four and a half francs a day to feed eight people, is<br />

registered at the charity office!! ... I have no , .. wish, paradoxical as it might<br />

seem, to commend the hoasting of Dumas pere or to excuse the indifference of<br />

some of his friends toward younger writers; but I declare to you that the greatest<br />

enemies of those who have heen deprived of a literary legacy are not the writers of<br />

renown, the monopolizers of the daily feuilleton, but rather the falsely disinherited,<br />

those who do nothing but hurl insults, drink, and scandalize honest people,<br />

and all this from the vantage point of art." Eric Isoard, "Les Faux Bohbnes," Le<br />

Boheme, 1, no. 6 (May 6, 1855). [UB,2]<br />

It is significant that Le Bohiime, which looks after the rights of the literary proletariat-who<br />

sympathize, to some extent, with the industrial proletariat-would see<br />

fit, in an article entitled "Du Roman en general et du romancier moderne en<br />

particulier" , by<br />

Paul Saulnier (vol. 1, no. 5), to condemn the practice of "slavers;' Monsieur de<br />

Santis, as the novelist in vogue is named here, returns hOllle after a day spent in<br />

idleness. "Directly upon his arrival home, Monsieur de Santis locks himself in ...<br />

and goes to open a little door hidden behind his bookcase.-He finds himself,<br />

then, in a sort of little study, dirty and quite poorly lit. Here, with a long goose<br />

quill in his hand, with his hair standing on end, is a man with a face at once<br />

sinister and unctuous,-Oho! with this one, you can tell froll1 a mile away he's a<br />

novelist-even if he is only a former employee of tl,e ministry who learned tl,e<br />

art of Balzac from the serials in Le Constitutiannel. It is the veritable author of 17"<br />

Chamber afSkulls!It is the novelist!" [UB,3]

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