Stan Rice. He was the husband of Ann Rice, now he's dead. He was the head of the creative writing department at San Francisco State University, and published before she did, so it was not a matter of coat-tails-riding.
Some of his poetry is so close to really good, then he'll throw in a line like :
The Zodiac in Haemoraging.
Or he'll write something like:
In Heaven
the roach
is a jewel....
...Which is almost good. But not quite. I have bought every one of his books. Partly to make myself feel better, partly to make myself mad. Mostly to write counter-poems in the margins.
Books and thoughts on and around them. And some other things. By a Marxist-Leninist-Troskyist Mom.
T is for Trotsky
This started as, and remains primarily, a place to review books and other media from a Trotskyist-Leninist-Marxist perspective. It has become as well a place to review experiences, personal and of the world at large, from that same perspective.
Art and culture are inextricably bound together.
There is a lot of question about what a socialist is. There are a lot of people and groups describing themselves as socialist. I will tell you this:
Here you will find an Internationalist view, as opposed (and in opposition) to a nationalist view. The Working Class is the only International Class. I am a member of the Working Class. You probably are, too.
L is for Lenin
- Clare is Reading!
- In the middle of many books, many magazines, and many situations.
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That would be something he has in common with his wife who often, almost, accidentally gets a vampire myth right and then veers off at the end in a way that makes it clear that the near accuracy was purely by chance.
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