Fed up with the same old “What a shame, the revolution,
we almost got there, but then again, not really.”
Fed up with Lenin, Trotsky, and Mao.
Fed up with the revolution, as always the past tense revolution.
Fed up with Luxemburg’s death and the lives of others who mourn her.
Fed up with a life lived through black-and-white images.
Fed up with looking at trembling pictures of cobblestones and barricades.
Fed up with those who think they’ve come to terms with it all, who claim they’ve found a higher ethic, who say they’ve broken with the past, who are transforming the world “here and now,” and who stink of that typical revamping of the old days they’re running from rather than embracing.
Fed up too with those who hold us back from doing anything because “there’s no time,” because “communism, you know?” and because “one day the masses will understand that what we did was all for them.”
I’m fed up with all this noise.
With all the empty discourses of people who claim they’re trying to change people’s lives.
“Changing life by holding back life” sounds like poetry for slaughterhouses.