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(Last revised October 2017)



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 Special Feature:

Centenary of the Russian Revolution

(October 2017)

Websites which are participating in the October 7, 2017 launch
of the poem
"One Hundred Years"
by Steve Bloom:

Old and New Project
Links, Australia
International Viewpoint
Ecosocialist Horizons
Lalit, Mauritius
Radical Socialist, India
Socialist Party, Sweden
Jozi Book Fair, South Africa
Workers Liberty, Britain
Marxist Study Group, Namibia
Solidarity, USA

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on the poem

A complete reading
and book signing

will take place
in New York City
on November 12
as part of the event
“Voices from the
Bolshevik Revolution.”


    And over the evening forest
    the bronze moon climbs to its place.
    Why has the music stopped?
    Why is there such silence?
            —Osip Mandelshtam

One Hundred Years


How long is a century?

First allow me to note that mine
is not a name which appears
in your great books of history—
as they recount events
which are now that far
      in the past.

Yet others who,
find themselves proclaimed
in this way would never have had
the opportunity
without my name,   
without my deeds, 
            or those
            of my comrades.

We numbered in the millions.
How long is a century?

Long enough that long ago
all who survived
            the great war
and then
            the great civil war
and then
            the great purges
have long since joined
the crowd of the dead, and so

far too many among the living
reach the present moment
with no understanding of how—
and, perhaps more important, why—
one name
            in our books of history
came to be changed
over the course of a few
            tumultuous years
from “Petrograd”

             to “Leningrad.”
It is, however, a story you should know.

Continue reading “One Hundred Years”

A complete reading and book signing
will take place in New York City on November 12
as part of the event “Voices from the Bolshevik Revolution.”
If your website or group facebook page would like to collaborate
in the on-line presentation of this poem
send an email to steve@stevebloompoetry.net

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so we can keep it that way (less if it's all you can, more if you feel  inspired)
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Guest Essay:

Remembering Geraldine Lucas

by Terri Harper


State Correctional Institute at Muncy PA, June 2015: I went from a citizen and human being to prison in 1991. So . . . I asked myself: “At what stage of my existence am I no longer a liability? How can I be of value, at least as much value as the inmate next to me?”


Today I think of those questions again, because I have had the absolute blessing to have spent the last two years engrossed in caring for Gealdine Theresa Lucas: my little “Ornery Bird” as I so lovingly called her.


Right now she is in the care of strangers, soon to be in the care of Almighty God. No words can describe the void I feel from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I’m restless, heartbroken, angry—and full of  questions that begin with the word “why.”

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“Ears and Hearts” Revisited
or: The Under-Appreciation of Greatness
by Steve Bloom
April, 2015—My poem, “Ears and Hearts,” (written in 2008, see below) raises the question: Why is great art so often under-appreciated in its own time? I am not the first  to ask this question, of course. But up to now I have not heard anyone offer a reasonably satisfactory explanation. Obviously this is not a universal phenomenon. Shakespeare’s plays were well-loved in Elizabethan England. Mozart was an acknowledged genius while he was alive—even if the people of Vienna had some difficulty judging the quality of his music compared to that of Antonio Salieri. Still, we are dealing with a common enough phenomenon.

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He writes with an exacting eye
and a generous heart

—Pam McAllister, feminist author

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“Fidel” was
        to “fidelidad”
as “faith” has always been
        to “faithful.”
And so I do not mourn today,
choose to keep the faith instead—
as he kept faith
with the Cuban people
        and with their revolution,
with the peoples of Harlem
of Vietnam
        of Angola
                of Nicaragua
with all the oppressed
of all the world
and with each
        of our revolutions.
Don’t mourn!
Keep the faith!
As Fidel kept faith
with a future when history
will finally absolve us—
if only we can manage
to keep the faith
       long enough.
Keep the faith!
As he kept faith
to the very end
with those “great feelings
        of love”:
a faith, thus,
in his own humanity,
        and in mine.
And in yours, too.
Don’t mourn!
Keep the faith!
Fidel Castro—Presente!
Don’t mourn!
Fidel Castro—Presente!
Keep the faith!
Don’t mourn!
Don’t mourn!
Just organize and . . .
        . . . keep
                the faith!


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