Mayday Greetings!
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farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
Happy Mayday. 
Why am I in work today? 
Happy May Day all!
Happy May Day all!
Treacle Toes
Time
Am at work today too
...last day of the working week for me though 
MellySingsDoom
Decimated by the shrapnel of his rhetoric
Happy Mayday all!
joustmaster
offcumdun
i have today booked off, but am going in for an hour, this morning, anyway.
Kate Sharpley
Well-Known Member
May Day greetings to all!
Primo Maggio (The First of May)
Pietro Gori
Come O May! The people await you
Their hearts longing for freedom await you;
Sweet Easter of those who work
Come and shine in the glory of the sun.
Sing a hymn of winged hope
To the great greenness that brings the fruit to ripeness
To the great flowering Ideal
Within which the shining future trembles.
O phalanxes of slaves, run away from
The worksites, the parched workshops,
Flee from the fields, from the swelling seas,
Put aside never-ending toil.
Let us raise our calloused hands,
Let us join together in a growing force.
We want to redeem our world,
Tyrannized by both sloth and gold.
Youth, grief, yearnings,
Springtimes of secret fascinations,
Green May of humankind,
Give your courage and your faith to our hearts.
Give flowers to the rebels who failed
Their sight fixed upon the break of dawn,
To the bold rebel who fights and works
To the far-seeing poet who sings and dies
Pietro Gori, 1890.
From: Haymarket Scrapbook (Chicago, Charles H. Kerr, 1986 and reprinted by AK Press). Translated by: Robert D'Attilio.
Reprinted in 'Mayday and Anarchism'. http://www.katesharpleylibrary.net/jh9x9s
(you should be able to find it being sung in Italian online)
Primo Maggio (The First of May)
Pietro Gori
Come O May! The people await you
Their hearts longing for freedom await you;
Sweet Easter of those who work
Come and shine in the glory of the sun.
Sing a hymn of winged hope
To the great greenness that brings the fruit to ripeness
To the great flowering Ideal
Within which the shining future trembles.
O phalanxes of slaves, run away from
The worksites, the parched workshops,
Flee from the fields, from the swelling seas,
Put aside never-ending toil.
Let us raise our calloused hands,
Let us join together in a growing force.
We want to redeem our world,
Tyrannized by both sloth and gold.
Youth, grief, yearnings,
Springtimes of secret fascinations,
Green May of humankind,
Give your courage and your faith to our hearts.
Give flowers to the rebels who failed
Their sight fixed upon the break of dawn,
To the bold rebel who fights and works
To the far-seeing poet who sings and dies
Pietro Gori, 1890.
From: Haymarket Scrapbook (Chicago, Charles H. Kerr, 1986 and reprinted by AK Press). Translated by: Robert D'Attilio.
Reprinted in 'Mayday and Anarchism'. http://www.katesharpleylibrary.net/jh9x9s
(you should be able to find it being sung in Italian online)
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
mayday! mayday! international workers day!
*rummages round for poster of stalin*
*rummages round for poster of stalin*
Sirena
Don't monkey with the buzzsaw
It's also Beltane, the morning when you're supposed to be up before dawn to sing in the sun and to bathe in May dew.
"Troubled, about three in the morning, with my wife’s calling her maid up, and rising herself, to go with her coach abroad, to gather May- dew, which she did, and I troubled for it, for fear of any hurt, going abroad so betimes, happening to her; but I to sleep again, and she come home about six, and to bed..." (Samuel Pepys 1669)
"Troubled, about three in the morning, with my wife’s calling her maid up, and rising herself, to go with her coach abroad, to gather May- dew, which she did, and I troubled for it, for fear of any hurt, going abroad so betimes, happening to her; but I to sleep again, and she come home about six, and to bed..." (Samuel Pepys 1669)
SovietArmy
Well-Known Member
Solidarity for all workers around the world.
I've got some photographs of Uncle Joe, nah, sorry it's my father in law!
rioted
redundant
If the workers took a notion
They could stop all speeding trains;
Every ship upon the ocean
They can tie with mighty chains.
Every wheel in the creation
Every mine and every mill;
Fleets and armies of the nation
will at their command stand still.
Joe Hill
Have a great day, everyone.
They could stop all speeding trains;
Every ship upon the ocean
They can tie with mighty chains.
Every wheel in the creation
Every mine and every mill;
Fleets and armies of the nation
will at their command stand still.
Joe Hill
Have a great day, everyone.
Idris2002
canadian girlfriend
Except when I've got a few favours to call in, I prefer to leave saints out of it.
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
now i'm having some nice falafel on auld compton street
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
looks like he's the only person turning up
DrRingDing
'anti-human wanker'
Moaz now only allow 1 (1!) trip to the salad bar.
You used to be able to go up to it as much as you like. Then they reduced it to an unoffical 3 times. Now once!
Fucking once
