Tag: Poetry
[Crosspost] Between Chaos and Creativity: My Path to Self-Discovery

Trigger warning: This post discusses topics including childhood abuse, mental illness, and loss.
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Crosspost: Empire in the Mirror

It was a dream, a gilded fire,
built on whispers, woven higher,
streets of silk, a golden crest,
the hands that took, the hearts oppressed.
They smiled—soft, sweet, serene,
a kingdom carved from borrowed dreams,
but mirrors do not lie for long,
the empire’s face was sharp and strong.
A shatter—silver shards that gleam,
truth cut deeper than the dream,
and in the dust, the voices rose,
the stolen lands, the fractured throne.
No banners left, no songs remain,
the wrong, the right, the ash, the rain.
Time will teach what power hides—
the face of conquest, stripped of pride.
T.A.
Joseph Stalin as a Poet

I initially shared these on my personal blog but decided to repost them here, as this is where I typically focus on revolutionary figures. Did you know Joseph Stalin wrote poetry in his youth? It’s a fascinating detail I’d never encountered before!
Read More »Crosspost: The Unpretty Souls

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Unpretty people, heartless and cold,
Their greed for profit, a story oft told.
No sympathy flows for the downtrodden’s plight,
Their eyes see only gold, no wrong or right.
Dollar signs gleam where their hearts should be,
Their profit motive blinds morality.
They’ve sold their souls for a sixpence’s gain,
A bargain with darkness, a life of disdain.
Once in the temple, tables were turned,
By He who saw greed and with anger burned.
“A den of robbers!” His voice did declare,
For prayer and peace, no room was there.
“A camel through a needle’s eye,” He said,
“Is simpler than riches leading souls to dread.
For wealth may chain what the spirit should free,
And bar the way to eternity.”
If there’s a God, justice will reign,
And the money changers will meet their pain.
Yet fear remains, will justice be served?
Or will greed’s legacy go undisturbed?
Unpretty souls, with hearts of stone,
May they find grace before the throne.
For wealth is fleeting, but love endures,
And only kindness truly cures.
by Tina Antonis
Trotsky: The Formalist School of Poetry and Marxism
LEAVING out of account the weak echoes of pre-Revolutionary ideologic systems, the only theory which has opposed Marxism in Soviet Russia these years is the Formalist theory of Art. The paradox consists in the fact that Russian Formalism connected itself closely with Russian Futurism, and that while the latter was capitulating politically before Communism, Formalism opposed Marxism with all its might theoretically.
Literature and Revolution: The Formalist School of Poetry and Marxism
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Bertolt Brecht quotes
According to Wikipedia, following Khrushchev’s “Secret Speech,” Bertolt Brecht turned anti-Stalin. Not only did Khrushchev lie, but the CIA also altered the speech. It’s a shame, as many of his quotes and poems are good.
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Lenin and the Cats of Revolution
Beneath the frost of Russia’s sky,
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Where snowflakes dance and whispers lie,
A man with purpose, stern and keen,
Once walked the streets—Vladimir Lenin.

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