A Typical Evening Out After the Glorious Proletariat Revolution which Freed Us from the Alienation Caused by Our Disassociation from the Mode of Production.

A Typical Evening Out After the Glorious Proletariat Revolution which Freed Us from the Alienation Caused by Our Disassociation from the Mode of Production.

by james bezerra

We stage a Marxist play.

We charge no admission.

We eschew all

possible hegemonies:

plots and themes and

actors and sets and

lights and etc.

We sit in silence

for an hour.

INTERMISSION!

and we stroke

our beards.

ACT TWO

begins

and hasn’t ended

yet.

At some point

we’ll congratulate

ourselves.

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Commies.

I came across this today:

When I feed the hungry, they call me a saint. When I ask why people are hungry, the call me a communist.

 Helder Camara, Archbishop of Olinda (1909-1999) 



Sing it brother.
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