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urge every friend and defender of art, who cannot but realize the
necessity for
this
appeal, to make himself heard at once. We address
the same appeal to all those publications of the left-wing which are
ready to participate in the creation of the International Federation and
to consider its task and its methods of action.
When a preliminary international contact has been established
through the press and by correspondence, we will proceed to the
organization of local and national congresses on a modest scale. The
final step will be the assembling of a world congress which will offi–
cially mark the foundation of the International Federation.
Our aims :
The independence of art- for the revolution ;
The revolution- for the complete liberation of art!
ANDRf. BRETON
DIEGO RIVERA
(Translated by Dwight Macdonald)
Sewing Loft
Here, madam,
is
our summer: heatwave yellow
flooding those dusty windows opened south.
Stale air that traffics alleysmells (pale fellow
of chimneysmoke) drifts in to nose.and mouth:
on which no man pays taxes. Here are kept
the swollen hours for which our eyes have wept.
And these are the machines at which we serve
apprenticeship to time, these are the
ch~irs
on which our bones absorb the aches that curve
our bodies deathward. Fingers push damp hair
and watery sweatdrops out of eyes that ache,
pinned to the speed our flickering needles make.
There, madam, on the wall: unlidded eye,
the timeclock stares, computing our spent days;
compounds each hour as it limps goodby,
and points release at six o'clock. Today's
tired eyes look up; hard hands brake wheels down slow:
but piecework cheats the body's cry to go.
WILLIAM STEPHENS
