| Author(s) | Karl Marx |
|---|---|
| Written | 28 May 1851 |
TO ENGELS IN MANCHESTER
[London,] 28 May 1851
Dear Engels,
The reasons for Daniels' failure to reply (I shall, by the way, send him another letter tomorrow if I get none today),[1] are most disturbing. Nothjung has been arrested in Leipzig, at the station. I don't know, of course, what papers were found on him. Thereupon (or simultaneously, I don't know) Becker and Roser were arrested in Cologne and their houses searched, as was that of Burgers, too. The latter is in Berlin with a warrant out against him; no doubt he will soon turn up here.[2]
The measures adopted by the police against the emissaries, etc., can be attributed purely and simply to the wretched braying of the jackasses in London. These gasbags know that they are neither conspiring, nor pursuing any real goal, and that they have no organisation behind them in Germany. All they want is to seem dangerous and set the treadmill of the press turning. In this way the canaille hamper and imperil the real movement and put the police on the qui vive. Has there ever been a party like this, whose avowed aim is simply to show off?
Freiligrath instinctively chose the right moment to leave and thereby avoid capture. No sooner was he here than snares were set for him by all the emigre cliques, philanthropic Kinkel-lovers, aestheticising Howitts, etc., in order to lure him into their coterie. To all these attempts he replied very rudely, saying that he belonged to the Rheinische Zeitung,[3] had nothing to do with cosmopolitan offal, and would consort only with 'Dr Marx and his most intimate friends'.
Presently I shall have something to tell you about the Kosmos.
But first one more mot[4] about the situation in France.
I am becoming de plus en plus[5] convinced that, in spite of everything, Napoleon's chances are, for the present, better than those of any other candidate. They will en principe decide on a revision but en pratique[6] will confine themselves to a revision of the Article relating to the President.[7] Should the minority kick up too much fuss, a simple majority [resolution][8] will be taken whereby the National Assembly will be dissolved and a new one convoked, which will then function under auspiciis Faucheri[9] of the telegraph and of the law of 31 May.[10] The bourgeoisie would prefer Cavaignac; but the threat to the status quo of a radical change of choice seems to them too grave. Already a great many manufacturers have compelled their HANDS to sign petitions for a revision of the Constitution and the prolongation of presidential rule. En tout cas[11] the thing must soon be decided and nous verrons![12]
The Kosmos, then, has made a prize ass of itself.
Under the heading Kinkel's Lectures, and signed 'A Worker', it carries the following:
'While looking once at Dobler's misty images I was surprised by the whimsical question of whether it was possible to produce such chaotic creations in "words", whether it was possible to utter misty images. It is no doubt unpleasant for the critic to have to confess, at the very outset, that in this case his critical autonomy will vibrate against the galvanised nerves of a stimulating reminiscence, as the fading sound of a dying note echoes in the strings. Nevertheless I would prefer to renounce any attempt at a bewigged and boring analysis of pedantic insensitivity than to deny that tone which the charming muse of the German refugee caused to resonate in my receptive imagination. This keynote of Kinkel's paintings, this sounding board of his chords is the sonorous, creative, formative and gradually shaping "word"- modern thought. The human "judgment" of this thought leads truth out of the chaos of mendacious traditions, and places it, as the inviolable property of mankind, under the protection of spiritually active, logical minorities who will lead mankind from a credulous ignorance to a state of more sceptical science. It is the task of the science of doubt to profane the mysticism of pious deceit, to undermine the absolutism of a stupefied tradition; through scepticism, that ceaselessly labouring guillotine of philosophy, to decapitate accepted authority and to lead the nations out of the misty regions of theocracy by means of revolution into the luscious meadows of democracy' (of nonsense). 'The sustained, unflagging search in the annals of mankind, and the understanding of man himself, is the great task of all revolutionaries and this had been understood by that proscribed poet-rebel who on three recent Monday evenings uttered his "DISSOLVING VIEWS" before a bourgeois audience in the course of his lectures on the history of the modern theatre.'
'A Worker'[13]
If that's not champion drivel,
Then I really don't know what is.[14]
Vale faveque[15]
Your
K. M.