Sometimes I like today and sometimes I don’t. It seems anyone can find another person unless that person of course is a hermit living way out in the woods and not bothering with anyone except on the rare occasion of going into town for a few supplies. I wish I could unregister myself from all the finding sites that there are. The other day I got a letter from a classmate of mine from high school no less. A classmate that was wondering how I was, what I was doing and if I became a famous artist. I thought to myself, a famous artist too much work. A nice enough chap to say the least but stuck in the past to say the most. Me I never hung out with him The only picture in my mind of him is standing naked in the shower room after gym class and his long, let me say long dick hanging down. He was in one class and I in another. So real were the class distinctions back then even in high school. He was bound for college and me, heavens know probably a early death from my type of lifestyle that was developing. Class the old divide. There was the college group, the business group and at the bottom of the heap were the shop group of boys who were going to be the mechanics, the carpenters, the plumbers, the workers of the world. The boys who stayed mostly in their class.
The letter spoke of the hope that we all could get vaccinated in time for our 55th class reunion and all get together. I had to laugh, 55 yrs out of that hell hole and and invitation to go back, to revisit with folks I hadn’t thought about in years, what would we talk about? “Oh he is still tall and handsome, man she still has big boobs, what are you doing now, you haven’t retired what, why not?” You know shit things, things that don’t matter. One of them would say to me, so did you become a famous artist? I wonder why folks think that is a goal. I suppose everyone wants and craves attention, everyone wants to be top dog, everyone wants to be better than the next gal and have something more. Famous writer, famous musician, famous actress, famous singer, famous painter all are part of the old world not the new. Are we to bring parts, parts of the old world with us into the new? You know it is true about one bad apple. Try it sometime in your fruit bowl. So why would we want to bring bad apple ideas into the new world? Not me for sure. I don’t even want something so small as the old world’s sleepy seed to come into the new world. I have rallied against this system since my days in high school. Remember me as a revolutionary, as a anarchist socialist not as someone who wants to and celebrates the system of oppression and certainly not one to cozy with the enemies of the people, the rich.
No I didn’t become a famous artist.
Karl Marx had something very interesting to say on this subject Let’s take a look at it and then think about what he is implying here. We read from a well recommended essay, Marx’s Vision of Communism, by Bertell Ollman found at Dialectical Marxism these words:
“Besides contributing to production, each individual also participates in cultural and scientific life, and not just as a consumer of other people’s products but as a creator. We have met communist men and women as workers, farmers, hunters and critics, and Marx now introduces us to the same persons as artists: “The exclusive concentration of artistic talent in some individuals and its suppression in the grand mass which springs from this, is a consequence of the division of labor…In a communist society, there are no painters, but men who among other things do painting. Being a painter is to be subjected to the division of labor as much as it one only did weaving. every person in communist society is relieved of the burden of narrowness which plagued his or her ancestors, weavers and painters alike, and given the opportunity to express him or herself in all possible ways.”
“We read further on these thoughts: Marx not only ascribes a world of activities to the communist person, but believes they will be proficient in their performance. To achieve this is the aim of communist education. At the same time, Marx recognizes that not all people will be equally good in everything they try. As regards painting for example, he admits that only a few will rise to the level of Raphael. On the other hand, the quality of other people’s work will be extremely high; and he maintains all paintings will be original. By original means that each person’s creative efforts will be a true expression of his/her unique qualities. Marx would probably be willing to make a similar distinction between average and exceptional ability in science, farming, material production, etc., always with the proviso that those who lag behind are still extraordinarily good.”
No I didn’t become a famous artist I had better things to do.
I gave up art after awhile so I could devote myself full time to the Queer Left and the hope that someday in the not so distance future we would truly bring about the day that had been foretold in the lines, From the ashes of the old world a better world is in birth. You know dear classmates all of you who seem to be so in love with this system, myself at 74 still believe in that line and will until the day I die. As Clara Fraser said in a May Day speech in 1960, “What better fate can a person carve out than participation in the emancipation of humanity? What better use to make of one’s life…? We look toward a time when we shall have ceased to mourn martyrs. A time when we are no longer occupied with explaining defeats and rising above betrayals. Not because we will have forgotten the past, but simply because we are so engrossed and fulfilled in the role of creating a world rich with freedom, plenty, humane relations between people, and the joy of living.”
So let me just say Happy New Year, may all be well in the coming year.