Thursday, January 14, 2021

From the Sidelines of a Coup—Murfin Verse

Chicago Seed cover--imagining ourselves as revolutionaries. 
 

From the Sidelines of a Coup

Time was long ago  that I imagined myself sometimes

            on the barricades of some great General Strike

            turning the world upside down

            gleefully building that new society

            on the ashes of the old.

 

It was easy then to be a romantic revolutionary

            to image portrayal on some heroic poster        

            splashed in red and black.

 

Yet in fact I only marched, chanted

            and dodged the occasional baton

            or teargas cloud, 

            I came and went unarmed,

 

After Fred Hampton was perforated on his bed

            and students bled at Kent Stat

            my peeps on the Chicago Seed

            put a mop-head freak raising

            an AK-47 over his head

            in psychedelic color on the front page.

 

But no one I knew went out to buy one

            or to drill in their Dad’s old GI gear

            in the woods.

 

Time went on and I never abandoned dreams

            of a fairer world

            but put aside any fantasy

            that it could be won by force of arms.

 

Decades later that still holds true

            although I have made many

            compromises and accommodations.

 

Some might say I have gone soft, weak kneed,

            or just plain sold out. 

            Maybe yes, maybe no.

 

Now I watch other revolutionaries,

            White, not Red,

            storm the Capitol and make war

            on Democracy itself.

 

Like those old Catalonian anarchists

            I find myself to my astonishment

            called to defend a Republic.

 

I want to do my part.

 

But age, a treacherous heart,

            a pandemic, winter,

            and an accident of geography

            that has me far from the likely battle grounds

            have left me on the sidelines

            of maybe the greatest struggle

            of my lifetime.

 

All I seem to be able to do

            is spill some electronic ink

            that will be seen, at most,

            by a couple of hundred people.

           

And it hardly seems enough.

 

Patrick Murfin

 

An aging radical, more feeble now than even then.


3 comments:

  1. Patrick, you captured the spirit of then/now perfectly. Thank you for echoing my sentiments as well. Thank you!

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  2. Thank you, Patrick. Been thinking a lot about the Democratic Convention.
    You're still shedding light, feeble or not!
    Arlo's song, Prologue.

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  3. In 1960 Ralph Chaplin – one of Patrick’s predecessors as an IWW editor – wrote of the railroad strike of 1894 where he “witnessed no small part of violence from the front porch of the cottage adjoining the Pan Handle yards where we were then living. It was from that vantage point that I heard Debs appeal for the kind of united strike action that would make violence unnecessary. To me this made sense.... Naturally, I could not remain neutral.”

    United strike action – class solidarity so deep & broad it would make violence unnecessary, impotent. Your roles have changed with time, well okay, but your dedication to the dream still touches people near & far. Maybe it is enough my brother, maybe it is.

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