Saturday 8 September 2018

The Struggle Continues.

        One of the pleasures, and there are many, of working in the Spirit of Revolt group is that you get to read a tremendous amount of interesting material from the activities of anarchist from the present to the distant past.
      Recently while preparing images to put on our "Read of Line" facility I came across images of a booklet called "The Struggle Continues". As a lover of poetry this booklet held me up for quite a wee while in my processing, as I had to read it in full. It contains several wonderful poems, the first one was a particularly long poem called "The Devil's Cathedrals" by Patrick William Bradley Jnr. giving the poet's view on the missile silos and the world they can create.
      To give you a wee sample of the content I have chosen a few shorter poems from this wonderful little booklet.
A Class Act

The Wall Street Journal reports that
none of these fellows from
Groton and St. Marks
Williams and Yale
are suffering any ill effects
from their Vietnam service;
the War has helped them make
"the tough decisions/'
1 don't doubt that it has.
Surely when you've napalmed
some fishing village on the Mekong or
thrown a VC
out of a helicopter
it must be nothing
to tell the Economics Minister of Mexico
that he has to double the price of bread
or inform the Argentine Minister of Finance
that his steel workers will have to accept
a 40% reduction in wages.
Vietnam, South America or South Brooklyn
these guys have "no problem with that." 
Russell T Harrison.



IF

If you drive us crazy
and we kill you
you have committed suicide.
By Joseph Epperson


Marxist Humor

Dear Owners: Sorry,
but it doesn't look like
there's enough recent production
from your side
for us to keep your positions
open. Once again, sorry.
Yours Truly, THE WORKERS.
By Pamela Bond
 
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1 comment:

  1. Me lo decía mi abuelito (English translation)

    My Grandfather Would Tell Me.

    My grandfather would tell me,
    my father would tell me,
    they told me many times
    and I forgot it many more.

    Work, boy, don't you think
    that without money you will live.
    Gather your effort and savings,
    make your way, you'll see
    how life offers you
    good times. You will rise up
    above the poor and miserable
    who have failed to succeed.

    My grandfather would tell me,
    my father would tell me,
    they told me many times
    and I forgot it many more.

    Life is a merciless struggle,
    no one will help you just like that
    And if you alone don't go forward,
    they will leave you behind, behind.
    Go, boy, and hit it hard!
    The entire earth, the sun and the sea,
    are for those who have known
    to seat oneself above the rest.

    My grandfather would tell me,
    my father would tell me,
    they told me many times
    and I have forgotten it ever more.
    _____________
    Here, sung by Paco Ibañez, Spanish musician and anarchist
    https://youtu.be/ZsIYq73CHDY

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