Remembering Our Own.

       Oh dear, I seem to have missed it by a day, becoming quite common for me now-a-days. June 6th was the anniversary of death of Kenneth Rexroth, writer, poet, translator, teacher, and anarchist. He lived a well travelled and varied 76+ years. I like his comment, "the social lie",that societies are governed by tactics of deception in order to maintain a hierarchy of exploitation and servitude. He saw this as pervasive in all elements of culture, including popular literature, education, and social norms.  

Wikipedia:

       As a young man in Chicago, Rexroth was heavily involved with the anarchist movement (and was active in the IWW^[5]), attending and participating in politically charged readings and lectures. He was a regular at meetings of the Washington Park Bug Club, a loose assemblage of various intellectuals and revolutionaries. Such relationships allowed him to recite poems by other writers as well as gain experience with the political climate and revolutionary currents of the day.
      Lawrence Ferlinghetti recalled that Rexroth self-identified as a philosophical anarchist, regularly associated with other anarchists in North Beach, and sold Italian anarchist newspapers at the City Lights Bookstore.^[10]
        His ideas later fermented into a concept of what he termed the "social lie:" that societies are governed by tactics of deception in order to maintain a hierarchy of exploitation and servitude. He saw this as pervasive in all elements of culture, including popular literature, education, and social norms.
Rexroth, a pacifist, was a conscientious objector during World War II^[5] and was actively involved with helping Japanese-American internees.

We should always remember our own.

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