|Songs and Ballads.
V. Bingen on the Rhine
|By Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton (1808–1877)|
My high (and still rising) blood pressure is deceiving those near me about my actual condition. I am active and able to work but the outcome is evidently near. These lines will be made public after my death.
I have no need to refute here once again the stupid and vile slander of Stalin and his agents: there is not a single spot on my revolutionary honour. I have never entered, either directly or indirectly, into any behind-the-scenes agreements or even negotiations with the enemies of the working class. Thousands of Stalin’s opponents have fallen, victims of similar false accusations. The new revolutionary generations will rehabilitate their political honour and deal with the Kremlin executioners according to their deserts.
I thank warmly the friends who remained loyal to me through the most difficult hours of my life. I do not name anyone in particular because I cannot name them all.
However, I consider myself justified in making an exception in the case of my companion, Natalia Ivanovna Sedova. In addition to the happiness of being a fighter for the cause of socialism, fate has given me the happiness of being her husband. During the almost forty years of our life together she remained an inexhaustible source of love, magnanimity, and tenderness. She underwent great suffering, especially in the last period of our lives. But I find some comfort in the fact that she also knew days of happiness.
For forty-three years of my conscious life I have remained a revolutionist; for forty-two of them I have fought under the banner of Marxism. If I had to begin all over again I would of course try and avoid this or that mistake, but the main course of my life would remain unchanged. I shall die a proletarian revolutionist, a Marxist, a dialectical materialist, and, consequently, an irreconcilable atheist. My faith in the communist future of mankind is not less ardent, indeed it is firmer today, than it was in the days of my youth.
Natasha has just come up to the window from the courtyard and opened it wider so that the air may enter more freely into my room. I can see the bright green strip of grass beneath the wall, and the clear blue sky above the wall, and sunlight everywhere. Life is beautiful. Let the future generations cleanse it of all evil, oppression, and violence and enjoy it to the full.
Mexico February 27th 1940
A coda was added later dated March 3rd 1940. Mainly dealing with what should happen should he be involved in a serious drawn out illness, it ends with the following words:
“… But whatever may be the circumstances of my death I shall die with unshaken faith in the communist future. This faith in man and in his future gives me even now such power of resistance as cannot be given by any religion.”
[copped from the website, http://www.marxist.com]
In “The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp,” hilariously, “war starts at midnight.”
For my #Comrades and I and a certain German-American Bung-hole, war will start at noon on the 20th of January. I regret I didn’t get a chance to kick his ass when he was at NYMA in the 60’s, but in spite of the age difference, I wish I could get a chance now.
God bless my Trump loving friends who are due for the shock of their lives when they find they’ve been played for suckers. Within 4 years, they’ll hate his guts. I don’t hate him. I just think he’s an insufferable narcissist who’ll play with our lives until we can bring the electorate to their senses.
Click me! Click me! <—- Clip from Colonel Blimp
Watched Annie Hall last night with the sub-titles on and I have to call it the tightest script of any comedy I’ve studied. There wasn’t one line that didn’t stand on its own feet nor any that were unnecessary. I think I’ll schedule to review more of his work in the next few weeks. Library requests going in tonight. Am I going “BANANAS?”
Today is our 5th anniversary on WordPress and we feel bad for not paying as much attention to this blog as to our 15 or so others. So starting this week (procrastinating already) I’ve determined to post at least a quote a week, and if not a quote, at least another apology. Call it a Russian New Year resolution.