“The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles. Freeman and slave, patrician and plebian, lord and serf, guild-master and journeyman, in a word, oppressor and oppressed, stood in constant opposition to one another, carried on an uninterrupted, now hidden, now open fight that each time ended, either in a revolutionaryContinue reading “RKS Literature: “The Communist Manifesto”: The History of Existing Society”
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RKS Literature: The Fleeting State of Happiness (Anton Chekov)
“Someone ought to stand with a hammer at the door of every happy contented man, continually banging on it to remind him that there are unhappy people around and that however happy he may be at the time, sooner or later life will show him its claws and disaster will overtake him in the formContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Fleeting State of Happiness (Anton Chekov)”
RKS Poetry Anthology: The Unwitting Hitler within parents
The Unwitting Hitler within parents Two sisters some decades ago Mother and father purchase a gleaming red tricycle For the other The victim, the sister of the other, despite salty semi-professional whining, receives nothing As the government of favours places its tenders Contracting within the grey matter commandant to supervise the laying Of the barbedContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: The Unwitting Hitler within parents”
“Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: MIDNIGHT TUNNEL RAT CAPER AND THAT FAMOUS ROBERT DUVALL LINE
MIDNIGHT TUNNEL RAT CAPER AND THAT FAMOUS ROBERT DUVALL LINE One minus 18 evening in Toronto Bob and I finished watching the CBC national news which Bob turned off in disgust. Imagine Adrienne Arsenault the anchor saying Alexander the Great was Macedonian? He was Greek and considered himself Greek! I slipped out the back doorContinue reading ““Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom”: MIDNIGHT TUNNEL RAT CAPER AND THAT FAMOUS ROBERT DUVALL LINE”
RKS Literature: Happiness as Mass Hypnosis? (Anton Chekov)
“But we don’t hear or see those who suffer: the real tragedies of life are enacted somewhere behind the scenes. Everything is calm and peaceful and the only protest comes from statistics-and they can’t talk. Figures show that so many went mad, so many bottles of vodka were emptied, so many children died of malnutrition.Continue reading “RKS Literature: Happiness as Mass Hypnosis? (Anton Chekov)”
RKS Literature: Accepting a Nasty Marriage (Anton Chekov)
“She had married for money because, as her ex-schoolgirl friends put it, he was madly rich, because she was terrified of becoming an old maid, like Rita, because her doctor father got on her nerves and because she wanted to annoy Little Volodya. Had she guessed when she was contemplating marriage that it would turnContinue reading “RKS Literature: Accepting a Nasty Marriage (Anton Chekov)”
RKS Poetry Anthology: Woes of the protestant grave searcher
Woes of the protestant grave searcher Journey to find father cremated in 1964 (Anglican) Soon lost As 14,867 interned Catholics Some snickering avenging certain historical losses A gate And the wrong cemetery obfuscates the search Robert K. Stephen
RKS Poetry Anthology: The Manhandlers
The Manhandlers Squeeze that meat Perhaps too much of that white slime Chunky rump roast Succulent chop Once attired by a now despondent pig And at the grocery store the burlesque show continues Robert K. Stephen
RKS Literature: Old Men Far More Interesting Than Young Men (Anton Chekov)
“She was really very gay and in an exultant mood. For two months after her wedding she had been tormented by the thought that she had married Colonel Yagich for his money or, as they say, par dépit”. That same evening in the out of town restaurant, she finally became convinced that she loved himContinue reading “RKS Literature: Old Men Far More Interesting Than Young Men (Anton Chekov)”
RKS Poetry Anthology: Frustration of a poet who in a narcissistic moment might join an advertising agency
Frustration of a poet who in a narcissistic moment might join an advertising agency Is the poet’s gross national product Limited to 87 poems And from that point on clever loquaciousness Which for all concerned Might better have remained as crumbled balls of paper Robert K. Stephen
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