Marx, Trotsky, Goldman, Reich, Dworkin, Brinton, Fanon, Said, Shakur…

They’re in my head.

Often contradicting each other which is the way the left should be: always a discourse, never a menu. Or a set course, lol.

I’m not clever enough to be politically or philosophically as important as the women and men above. But I feel I’m approaching some syncretic critical mass lately.

All the puzzle pieces waltz in my head and then a Carillion or similar happens and the perspective I’m embracing is not surprised; perhaps even anticipated it.

After all, what is scientific socialism without the science?

I find these quotes apposite:

“There’s a place for abstract, there’s a place for noise, there’s a place for every kind of sound so come on now and tell me why there’s a void.”

“How can we expect anyone to listen if we using the same old voice? We need New Noise.”

“You don’t have to be blood to be family”

We’re on the cusp of … *something*… perhaps something beautiful.