Thank you for acknowledging my distinctly amateur theory about Lenin's true motivation---vengenace wreaked upon the Czar and his family for the execution of his brother; for which he found a Marxian platform, which was subequently named Leninism, most useful. As I heard in a documentary about the martrydom of the Romanovs, an execution with that kind of impact was not carried out without Lenin's tacit approval; but, as another scholar in that same documentary asserted, Lenin never got his hands dirty. Or bloody.
I read---so long ago I cannot now cite the source, but I never forgot the statement---that to see the difference between what mood is in Marx's theory of communism, and what mood is in Leninism, look at what we know of Marx's wife, Jenny, and Lenin's wife, Krupskya. Jenny Marx was vivacious, beatiful, and joyous, and an inspiration to many who embraced Marxism during his lifetime. Krupskya never fails to look either sour or horse-faced (like they said George Eliot looked), and one can understand why Lenin enjoyed the company of his mistress, and possibly two mistresses (Inessa Armand and. according to rumor, Alexandra Kollentai).
Starward
You have me thinking about the Red Masque
And it certainly seems that murder often wears the face of death. Those who live in castles built of blood bricks cannot avoid the drops infiltrating their make up kits.
What a fantastic metaphor for
What a fantastic metaphor for a poem---one of yours, of course.
J-Called
Appreciated, thank you.
To that regard, and with such encouragement, I gave it a shot, with a nod to your original thoughts.
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The acid rain
of their polluted
existance erodes
their chiseled expressions
Living, breathing
killing tombstones
falsely known as leaders,
that just won't die
themselves
Though their name
and any honor in it
washed away
a long time ago
They desperately try
to chisel at the stone that's left
But it seems to me
that murder and greed
often wears the face of death
Nadezhka's only ready
for public in her dreams
Those who live in castles
built of blood bricks
cannot avoid the drops infiltrating their make up kits
Built them not mansions,
neither surround with jail bars
Give only houses of mirrors
wall-to-wall, ceiling-to-floor
leaving Cole's tapestry of self-destruction flooding all the halls
of their existence ever more
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is that posted with your other poems?
J-Called
Also, I thought to change the
Also, I thought to change the line "falsely known as politicians" to "falsely known as leaders", and then to "aging misleaders". Which would you say is most fitting?
Aging midleaders.
Aging misleaders.
J-Called
Not as of yet. But, once I
Not as of yet. But, once I can nail down a proper title, perhaps I will post it there, considering your response!
Names Washed Away Long Ago
Names Washed Away Long Ago might be a title to be considered.
J-Called
I am keen with that idea
Helpful feedback on both accounts, as I can always count on. Thank you.
Welcome.
Welcome.
J-Called