“A temple? To what gods? To the Mother? To the Cousin Wind? To Sister Rain? There used to be so many of us, we ran through the skies, butting antlers with the stars themselves. We were full of glory, the power broke through us like rays of silver in a morning frost. One night, I argued with Earth over who was the strongest and kicked a great clod off him. That’s how the Moon was born. She was never an old god like us. We laughed at her, we howled.”
“We rarely manifest now. We sleep and we dream.”
I nodded at her, hoping to look understanding, sympathetic.
She snorted and stared at me, “I do not need your pity, fool. We will rise again. When this shiny world of trinkets you have made collapses, when you are back to the ashes and ruin you love so much…. you will worship us again. We will taste your children’s blood as sacrifice again.”
Dancing round with my mates last night at Rock City and this classic came on at just the right time. We had a SERIOUSLY EMOTIONAL dance. I think I actually saw a woman across the dance floor get a bit weepy.
And then, weirdly, I remembered playing MCR when I was DJing years ago. I had to look it up:
I remembered because the girl who asked me for them was really pretty and had braces (teeth, not trousers).
Isn’t sexuality weird? I only remember that night because I fancied her and fourteen years later, that emotion pops up again (hurr hurr). I wonder where she is now… Is she still emo? Does she still love MCR? How are her teeth? She’s probably like a Mum now and a proper grown up. Unlike me.
Me, I’m looking forward to dancing to MCR and State Champs every weekend though I’m actually feeling like I’m Sixteen Again…
When I joined my first revolutionary party, I hadn’t read *any* Marx or Engels or Lenin or Trotsky. All I had was a burning rage and hatred of Tories. It was that party that gave me The State And Revolution, made me read it and then made me deliver a talk on it. Not the party line but what *I* thought of it. They basically educated me to a post-grad level, not an easy job since all I wanted to do was brick coppers and generally fuck shit up. Education is key with any true Marxist party.
Tech terms are important precisely because they are specific. If someone calls a country a ‘deformed workers’ state’ then that is entirely different from calling it ‘state capitalist.’ Are the people running these states a class or are they a caste? Those terms may all seem very nebulous but it fundamentally changes the nature of the political work that has to be carried out.
ANYHOO… that’s my 2p. Nowadays, I would temper the Trad Marxism with a whole dollop of Reich but that’s just me. 🙂
Thanks for your response! It’s always interesting to hear other people’s experiences, and it sounds like yours is a good example of the importance of providing a good and accessible education to people that want it.
Even if not everyone wants to or can invest the time in learning to such a high level, it’s important for any educator to able to cover the basics and tailor the education to the needs of the learner- as you say, there are some more technical terms that are fundamentally important; it’s better to explain these than just drop them in an attempt at over-simplification.
Yes, theory is crucial. Marxists are vanguardists; it’s one of our primary differences with anarchists. What use is an uneducated vanguard?? Also, how dare someone claim a leading position in working class movements with a dilettante’s attitude towards the history of class struggle.
Events are where we actually learn. All the book-reading in the world isn’t as educational as spending 24 hours on a picket line, shoulder to shoulder with your comrades, with your class.
Just watched PM&TWW with my bff and I feel really emotionally wrung out. It’s perhaps the most positive, honest film depiction of polyamory I’ve seen so far.
As someone who’s been in both mono and poly relationships (though I’d never go mono again), this film finally gets past the prurience and into the meat of the emotions. Situations can get so emotionally superhyperovercharged and the level of understanding and communication you all need is… well… it can be a shock at first. But in a world where 95% of relationships are lies told to cover temporary lusts, honesty can seem like a slap in the face.
I felt so moved at the end of the film, it made me miss different exes so much in so many ways. But the way I look at it is probably similar to how Marston did; I’m blessed to have had those women in my life whether it’s for 14 weeks or 14 years.
In 2018, I wish that people still didn’t equate jealousy with love, with abuse as some kind of sign of caring. Owning someone like property, making them a slave, is not a virtue.