Thursday, June 24, 2021

Spring Editorial

As the contagion continues, spring arrived this year strained between optimism and pandemic burnout. This is further complicated by those hesitant to get vaccinated and by new variants. The Biden administration, while working to make progress on important issues, struggles in its attempt to appease and compromise with ideological zealots and corporate-loyal politicians who hold progress hostage. Biden seems stuck in outdated, cold war foreign policy and agendas of dominance.

Meanwhile, jobs remain tenuous with low wages, unsafe working conditions and lack of child care, leaving many hesitant or unable to return to work. In reaction, there are moves to cut unemployment compensation and to end the moratorium on evictions. These attacks on workers come even as more money is dumped into the Pentagon budget.

Over-stressed medical workers and others deemed "essential" have slogged through a hellish year with little appreciation or increased pay, as noted in poems by Joe Hilliard and Stewart Acuff, who lambaste the wealth accrued at their and our expense.

As our broken country returns to delusions of normality, mass shootings and racist police murders are once again daily news. There are continuing attempts to prevent and to reverse limits on assault weapon availability along with calls by the extreme-right against teaching a fuller account of our national history which includes systemic racial oppression. These subjects are also confronted by poems in this collection. The mounting evidence of extreme-right inseparability from police, the courts and from the violent assault on the capitol are ignored, denied and downplayed in media. Biden has voiced his intent to crack down on violent extremism using the FBI and Justice department, also inseparable from right-wing extremism. Our history tells us that the outcome may well be a crackdown on progressive activists who, unlike the extreme right, challenge the corrupt power and vested interests of wealth.

This spring has also seen an increase in activism with demonstrations against the continuing police murders of Black people and against our funding of genocidal terror by Israel in its increasing brutal attacks on Palestinians. The connection between Israeli apartheid, American racism and our continuing mistreatment of refugees has become increasingly evident. Those standing against U.S. underwriting of Israeli atrocities have been attacked as "anti-Semitic." Continuing abuses by Israel and the growing number of Jews protesting them have discredited that charge and moved public opinion against continued blind support. Yet, more weapons have been supplied and promises of support continue as do hypocritical punishing embargoes against Cuba, Iran and Venezuela even blocking medical equipment in the pandemic.

This was a tough collection to put together in a moment that is hard to define. The change of leadership and the availability of vaccines have given us cause for relief even as our deeply broken and divided country faces the climate crisis, armed reactionary terror and escalating global tensions.

Due to your continuing support we are grateful to be able to continue publishing vital writers of our working class. We continue to believe in the power of working class literature to speak to and connect us beyond cultivated partisan division through the commonality of our class experience in a way that other venues cannot. We thank you and look forward to continuing and enlarging our outreach.

Friday, April 02, 2021

Winter Editorial

Whether you have been locked down or worked overtime fearing for your health, this has been a strange and hard winter for all of us. Many of us have lost friends and loved ones, yet we look forward with tenuous hope to spring. We are encouraged by increasing vaccine availability and by a new leadership which surprises us daily. seeming in some ways, more progressive than we would have believed.

Progress on economic issues, climate and immigration address crises at least 40 years in the making which are the direct result of corporate dominance and imperial myopia. Based on our experience we understand that even well-meaning corporate democrats (rhetoric aside) push empty symbolism, incrementalism and rarely do anything close to what is needed to address problems we face daily. If we are to win real labor rights, civil rights, national health care and climate sanity, we must keep the pressure on.

Though domestic policy changes are better than we would have hoped, Biden's foreign policy remains aggressive, pushing for cold war conflicts to support military industries as well as continuation of refugee deportations. He continues policies of strangling countries that resist our corporate dominance with dire results.

The poems in this collection speak to the realities of soul deadening jobs, often rife with abuse. They speak out against sexual oppression and related violence and of the decline and unraveling of our economy, ecology and of our country. Though there are ongoing efforts to guarantee voting rights, to undermine gerrymandering and the kind of racist voter disenfranchisement we see in states like Georgia, extreme right terrorism remains a powerful threat.

Even after the recent assault on our capitol by fascists, many of our fellow workers remain misled by media disinformation, xenophobic hate and partisan conspiracies. Poems in this issue speak to and lambaste the self-destructive idiocy of fascist nonsense which only serves to strengthen the very forces which impoverish our lives and destroy our health.

Poking fun and fiery words are not enough. If we are to have a livable society and future, we need to reach out and close the media-cultivated divide which can only lead to violent disaster.

As worker poets, we do this by relating our shared class experience and connecting it to issues which affect us all. It is no coincidence that even many who continue to identify with the extreme right approve of Biden's stimulus package which, beyond the payout, includes payments for child care. Many also support health care expansion, minimum wage increases and job creating infrastructure improvements. As the last poem by longtime labor organizer Stewart Acuff says, eliminating poverty would undermine much of the righteous anger that corporate think-tanks and their libelous media twist to fanaticism by scape-goating.

Beyond acceptance of half-measures that maintain corporate rule, this journal seeks to inspire us toward its replacement with authentic, post-capitalist working class democracy based on sustenance and living within our ecological means. As our fund-raising season continues, your literary and financial contributions to our collective efforts are most appreciated

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Fall Editorial

This issue emerges at one of the bleakest times in our history amid a raging pandemic but, with light on the not too distant horizon. Vaccines may soon trickle down in availability to us, as things in our corrupted system tend to do.

We celebrate the limited progress of the recent election. Blatant gangsterism and overt bigotry has been set back with the return of corporate neo-liberal democrats. Recalling the difficult years of Obama's presidency: the racist police brutality, the poisoning of our land and water, the suppression of Occupy and of truth-tellers and the international aggressions, we have low expectations of the incoming administration. That said, we see more possibilities for progress rooted in struggle.

The multiple crises we face, from healthcare and a failing economy to a rapidly unfolding climate catastrophe, are already shaping and pushing the Biden administration in a more progressive direction. How far that goes, as history informs us, is up to us.

One of the most dangerous things we face is a cultivated, dis-empowering division within our working class driven by media abuse, disinformation and hyper-partisanship. The truth is that neither wing of the corporate oligarchy represents us.

One of the primary reasons this journal exists is to unite our class around common concerns by promoting a unifyng class perspective. We do not identify with any political party. Our loyalty remains with working people. Though we intend for this to be the last issue in which the name of the Odious One appears, we continue to welcome poetry and prose which support that goal rather than serving to drive the wedge of division deeper. As the poems in this issue demonstrate, we will continue to criticize the extreme and center-right which directly harm the real interests of our working class as well as politicians and the system which prioritize corporate interests over citzen needs at our very real expense.

The poems in this issue speak of hard times and hard work. They speak of hunger, illness and the terror of contagion amid this pandemic. They speak of loss and loss of community which keeps us going -- the memory of it and of the terrible emotional toll its absence takes on us.

Most of all, these poems speak with class awareness of our continuing determined struggle against the deadly and arrogant warmongering and world-destroying rule of greed which we can no longer afford or tolerate.

We are humbled beyond appreciation for the support that keeps us able to continue publishing this journal and for the strong poetry you contnue to send us. We are also enriched by the community of writers who let us know we are not alone in these brutal and divisive times and for the sanity which gives us hope.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Summer Issue Editorial

Again, the west is on fire and Gulf coast states are inundated with hurricanes and flooding. As connected crises escalate, this has been a summer unlike any we have experienced.

Increasing police violence, driven by arrogant racism is driving protests around the country. These are now targets of extreme-right racist attacks from "boogaloo" terrorists to federal goon squads licensed and urged on from the top, to kill us. The tyrannies and violence our government has unleashed for decades on poor countries, who dare to resist U.S. corporate control and the impoverishing austerity of debt colonialism, have now come home and are being inflicted on us.

The targeted enemy (minorities and ecological activists aside) is "Antifa," meaning those who actively oppose fascism, as every decent human being must. We named ourselves Partisan Press because we identify with the antifascist partisans of the past. Ironically, as a not-for-profit press, we are officially nonpartisan meaning that we do not endorse either wing of the corporate party or any candidates. While making no endorsement, we hope this election year will put an end to the monstrosity of a fascist-identified misleader who makes war on the old, the poor, minorities, women and the biosphere on which life depends.

The poems in this collection speak not only of the misery of wage slavery, but of the terror of losing jobs and homes. We as a class have no security. Many of us lack basic healthcare. We live in constant fear of landlords, bosses and illness.

The continuing nightmare of this mismanaged pandemic is also reflected by numerous poems. Our social and personal losses pervade this collection, as does our militant human solidarity with those especially targeted for abuse by this monstrous system. Our Summer issue has always had a thematic focus on the inseparability of climate and war. This issue is no different with poems remembering the anniversary of the U.S. bombing of Hiroshima and condemning our continuing nuclear weapons escalation and foreign aggressions. We remember and mourn the multitudinous and unnecessary deaths, continuous suffering and devastation of the crime of war.

The rapidly escalating climate catastrophe and our realization of the strong probability of resulting social collapse and possible extinction pervade this collection as well. A fossil-fuel reliant system based on endless growth in a finite world is beyond suicidal. It is ecocidal, threatening life itself.

The winning poems in our annual Working Peoples Poetry Contest are featured here. This year's winner is Frank Flavin for "A Working Man's Son." He wins the $100.00 prize and a one year subscription. and his poem will be posted on our website for a year. A runner-up is "Fitting" by Lyle Estill whose poem is also posted for a year.

Other poems in this issue remember poets lost. As a Taoist saying goes, we are not truly gone until we are forgotten in the world. These poems, like the writing left behind, keep those presences with us.

Class conscious solidarity is what keeps us going and what can save our country and world from the deadly onslaught of myopic greed and cultivated division by profiteering gangsters. That is the necessary foundation of our struggle for social and economic justice, climate sanity and authentic democracy. The final poem by labor organizer Stewart Acuff gets to that point and reminds us that militant solidarity -- love in action -- is a learning process. All of us or none!

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Spring Edtiorial

Most of us have never lived through times like these. Even before this pandemic -- this plague of the body and spirit -- most of us were struggling. Most of our working class were a paycheck or two or an illness away from destitution. Many of us were not far from the poverty line and some of us were well below it, even working multiple jobs.

Since our last issue, we have experienced an economic collapse with mass unemployment which rivals that of the Great Depression. We've lost loved ones -- over a hundred thousand and the numbers keep growing with no end in sight.

All the festering pandemics of bigoted, corrupt, greed-driven, violence and nationalism are combined and on full display. Sparked by racist police violence and fed by class injustice we are seeing a massive uprising of progress, solidarity, and resistance against divisive, destructive corporate fascism.

The poets in this issue get to the nitty-gritty. Alan Catlin, Lyle Estill, Rick Swann, Fred Voss, normal, and others speak of the stress and desperation we feel. Ed Werstein's poem, "Dying for Capitalism" is an indictment of capitalist tyranny ready to force us back to work in cesspools of disease, purposely made more deadly, for the further enrichment of a few. We are the disposable stock upon which this system of life-destroying exploitation is built.

But our working class has a long memory, as Mary Franke's poem "2020-1919" about that "red summer" illuminates. So too, these poems speak from our knowledge of who the 1% are, and of our long history of struggle against them for rights that, until recently, many of us took for granted. History shows us that in a capitalist system nothing won is permanent. Maintaining even basic rights gained is like paddling upstream against constant efforts to push us back. As the present shows and growing voices in the streets demand, we must go further than winning shallow promises and temporary partial victories. Capitalism has outlived its usefulness and has become a deadlier pandemic than corona virus.

Even as we struggle to survive this pandemic, we are facing down fascism unmasked and brutal even as greater existential crisis metastasizes. The climate catastrophe too is driven by myopic greed and profiteering. Like COVID, efforts to address it are crippled by criminal gangsterism and the hijacking of our governments by corporations. Surviving this culmination of disasters requires us to reclaim and remake the Republic, as our closing poem "A Call to Action" makes clear.

Together we have the power. This issue would not exist without the support we have gotten, for which we are more that appreciative. Though our efforts may further inspire class- conscious progress, the struggle is happening now in streets and city halls across this nation and around the world. People have finally had enough. It will require all of us to push hard enough to end this nightmare of brutal capitalist world destruction. For older, ill activists, especially vulnerable, this is a big challenge. Together, old and young, Black and white, we have wisdom, words and a stubborn commitment. We have little left to lose and a world to reclaim and protect from those who are actively, knowingly destroying it.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Winter Editorial

As this issue goes to press, we find ourselves in the throes of the coronavirus pandemic, a disaster made much worse by inept leadership and a criminally corrupt system. Many of us are in self quarantine, living on rice, beans, tinned fish and noodles. Many of us are suddenly unemployed with rent and bills due. Some remain at work and in danger; from grocery clerks and delivery drivers to police, military and front-line medical workers.

We understand why we as a nation are less able to deal with this crisis than any other modern country on earth. We do not have a public healthcare system. Many of us lack health care coverage. Even if we have it, deductables and copays aside, our corporatized medical approach treats symptoms rather than causes and relies on over-priced, often toxic medicines and expensive procedures. It is a commodified disease maintenance model designed to rake in profits.

As the coronavirus tears across the globe leaving medical systems overwhelmed, even in civilized countries that have them, and mass death in its wake, our country continues its economic terrorism against affected countries including Iran, Venezuela and Cuba, denying them food and medical equipment.

Congress has passed corporate bailouts of the usual suspects; banks, big oil, finance, airlines, ect. along with emergency crumbs in the way of checks to some.

Meanwhile, the only platform and leadership capable of saving the country, and I refer to Bernie Sanders's call for Medicare for All, relief from student debt, and a job-creating Green New Deal, appears to be defeated by corporate media efforts and by voters driven by fear and misinformation.

The poems in this issue speak of the work we love or hate and the jobs we feel trapped in -- that we have felt trapped in. They describe our disgust at the criminality of corporate rule and of the violence that permeates both public policy and mass culture. This includes violent misogyny promoted and rewarded by the entrenched patriarchy and the dangerous gun worship and violence of the extreme right.

Given the reality of this moment, we are either witnessing the economic and social collapse of civilization and the rise of brutal fascism inherent in disaster capitalism or the beginning of a new era of progressive fightback as so many find ourselves with no other realistic choice.

We have been dispossessed, exploited in new and more dangerous ways, deprived by circumstance of goods, shelter, and education. We who need public services are living in a world torn upside down.

It is increasingly obvious that we are in undeniable need of Medicare for All, a minimum income and the job-creation and climate sanity of a Green New Deal. The Jonestown rule of corporations and billionaires is being exposed by this pandemic and must be swept away.

Our journal can play an important role in building needed class conscious unity but we are struggling against the odds to get through these times. Donations and poetry submissions are down. We hope, with your help, to continue publishing the vital writing of our awakened working class. Only together can we get through this terrible time and out of it, construct a civilized future.

Monday, December 30, 2019

Fall Editorial

As I write this, Los Angeles is inundated with snow, Australia is on fire, much of the country is flooded, and the weather on the mid-Atlantic coast is unseasonable and erratic.

Over the past few months we have witnessed the continued burning of the Amazon rainforest, another bloody US sponsored coup in Bolivia, and massive uprisings in cities around the world in protest of impoverishing neo-liberal economics, injustice and utter corruption. We are seeing the uprising of the youth-driven movement demanding action, "right here, right now" to address the growing climate catastrophe.

In our own failing empire, misery pools to wealth and divisive, disempowering citizen division is propagated by the elites. The president has been impeached on narrowly limited charges of international extortion for personal gain. Such lethal extortion is and has been basic to our foreign policy for decades with devastating economic sanctions, embargoes and interventions continuing against countries like Venezuela, Cuba, Iran and Bolivia. This is the price paid by countries that dare to claim public ownership of their resources. It serves to ensure control of those resources by US corporations. Trump is guilty of far worse crimes like profiteering off of his position, unthinkable human rights abuses and crimes against public health and life on earth in exacerbating climate destruction.

This season is the lead-up to an election year where a chance for real change exists and is growing. The oligarchy and their media are pulling out all the stops to convince us that a return to corporate centrism is our best and only possibility. The steady advance in the polls by Bernie Sanders and his growing support belie that narrative. Partisan Press is a not-for-profit publisher, thus we make no political endorsements. We understand that there is no other choice for us as working class stiffs than to support Sanders, a person of consistent integrity pushed to the fore by a broad working class coalition around an agenda that is a life and death necessity for many of us and for the future of civilization and for life on earth.

This has been a bleak year for most of us, as the poems in this issue attest. The wealthiest continue to make record gains at our expense. Corporate landlords gobble up property like flies on carrion as rents rise, homeless encampments grow and the homeless, like other refugees, are criminalized. The poems in this issue speak of the mind-deadening monotony of meaningless unproductive jobs and the struggle to survive beyond them. They describe the insane criminality of a destructive economy built on brutality, bubbles and bullshit, the desperate burnout of Trump's relentless dystopic reign, and toll the constant bombardment of bad and outright false news takes on our weary psyches.

Though hope without action is a delusional grasping at straws, there is reason to see the next year as one of desperate struggle with the real possibility of progress in spite of what corporate media shills tell us. Can we roll back the monstrosity of corrupt fascist reaction, even against the odds? We must!

We are the collective voice of an awakened class and of the struggle for a civilization worthy of the name. We are a record of the times and the reality beneath the official narrative. We feel this is important and we hope you do as well. There is no other journal like this. This issue opens our season of asking for the support that sustains this magazine. We hope you will support it so we can continue to publish poetry that matters. We thank you in advance for your words and your support.

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

Summer Editorial

This summer has brought record heat, more powerful hurricanes and massive fires. We are, as ever, at war. Threats of new aggressions against Iran and Venezuela continue to be made. This is the dire price of insatiable end-stage capitalism and of a country addicted to militarism, racism and endless war as its economic base.

We, your editors, have also had to work against the obstacles of tight money, ill heath and our computer crashing, in order to continue publishing. As sidelined citizens we often feel helpless and afraid for our own futures. We struggle to survive, to hold on to our jobs and to what little security we have from day to day. But that isn't enough. We must continue to struggle together against an ecocidal corporate dictatorship on the cultural front and in the streets.

Our summer issue deals with the inseparable themes of climate destruction and war. These are more timely than ever. Poems in this issue show that the toxic tyranny of the workplace on which we depend cannot be separated from political autocracy, the poisoning of our communities or the destruction of the biosphere.

Workers know that we sacrifice our time, our freedoms and our health to pay for overpriced rents, mortgages, medicines, food and utilities even as our wages lose value and our jobs and retirements become increasingly indequate. We understand the class commonality between our bosses, our landlords and the arrogant bullying crooks who wield political power over our lives. We know, many of us first hand, the pressures of sexual harassment, workplace abuse and the utter arrogance of those who, like Brett Kavanaugh, lord their power over us.

Our Summer issue also announces the winner of our annual Working Peoples' Poetry Contest. Choosing a winner was especially difficult this year due to the number of strong poems entered. After much deliberation, the winning poem is "From My Hands" by Leslie Irene Johnson. This poem speaks with agonizing truth to the reality of the cultural as well as biological threats we face from the poisoning of our world; of the scale of what is being lost. We also have two runners up; "Loading Dock Moored at Kellogg Marine" by Timothy Shilke and "Roses at the Coal Drifts" by Andrena Zawinski. Each of these stunning poems is a great example of the power and truth essential to working class writing at its best and could just as well have been the winner. Though they do not win the $100.00 prize, the runners up do win a year's subscription. Like the winner, their poems are posted on our website for one year.

Many other contest entries fill the pages of this collection. They speak to the present moment and to our ongoing struggle for survival and ultimately to our struggle for worker democracy. We are thankful to all who entered our annual contest as well as to those who continue to send powerful, honed words that, we believe, make a powerful difference in the consciousness and lives of those who read them.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Computer Crash

Our computer has crashed and though we though most of the important stuff was saved securely on an external hard drive, some was not. This includes our most recent mailing list. If you are a subscriber to the Blue Collar Review please resend your mailing address to us at red-ink@earthlink.net. Thanks for your patience and understanding as we rebuild.

Thursday, July 04, 2019

Spring 2019 Editorial

Our working class bears the brunt of public policy written by and for connected industries and militarists. We've seen our jobs exported, the value of our wages reduced, our communities and workplaces poisoned and our loved ones sacrificed to greed and war. Many of us are not only made ill by our jobs but cannot afford needed medical care or medications.

This spring finds us at the precipice of global chaos with our government's sabotage of the Russian power grid, the exposure of our electoral interference in Brazil, and the growing threat of a war with Iran based on lies. Around the world, and in our own country, we see a rising demand for climate sanity and economic justice. Cultivated division and the rise of neo-fascist nationalism are intentional obstacles set in the path of our progress.

Nationalism is a response, orchestrated by corporate media, to the anger and disaffection resulting from the impoverishing ruse of trickle-down economics. It is a desperate defense against the rising tide of eco-social democratic alternatives as well as a struggle to bolster an obsolete model of competitive nation-states in an increasingly interdependent world. The results are war, poverty, crushing oppression, refugees and climate devastation. At root, this conflict is between corruption, unfettered profiteering and authoritarian rule versus democracy and the public good.

The poets in this collection understand this and write from personal experience. We are each others' witness. We know that we must have each others' backs, that unity is our only security. The bosses know it too and do everything they can to undermine our unity and to further exploit and discard us.

The poem "Billy Ray" by Len Shindel speaks of crooked labor leaders and racism. Corrupt labor leadership is something union members must confront to take back and strengthen our unions. The reality of union struggles is fleshed out in Stewart Acuff's poem, "Considering My Own Lynching." His experience shines a light on the direct connection between extreme-right hate groups and business interests which keep us poor and divided as well as the real benefits and power that come from our unity.

This issue comes out on the fiftieth anniversary of the Stonewall uprising. We are proud to publish a poem by Chris Butters, written in 2011 to commemorate the passing of the Marriage Equality Bill in New York. Oppression against any of us hurts us all. Also in this issue, "Henry Winston's Laugh" by Rafael Pizarro commemorates the centennial of the founding of the Communist Party. The strength of that organization in the Great Depression of the 1930s and the pressure it exerted was largely responsible for reforms like Social Security, Worker's Comp., minimum wages, the strengthening of labor laws and progress on civil rights. Such advances did not come from the benevolence of the ruling class but from the organized demands of people in the streets. Until we dis-empower wealth, we will continue to have to defend those gains against constant attempts to roll them back.

Poems in this issue from Australia and China demonstrate that the struggle for justice and the common good -- the workers' movement -- is and must be global. We all face the same obstacles of multi-national corporate power and we can only succeed by confronting them together.

The journal in your hands is an example of our unity because it would not exist without your support, for which we are very grateful. We are proud to continue publishing working class culture and to be connecting workers through our shared experiences beyond our national borders.

Friday, April 12, 2019

Winter 2018-19 Editorial

Since our last issue, our borders have become increasingly militarized with refugee and child prisons spreading. Climate disasters continue and our economy trembles, yet we stubbornly struggle on. As economic insecurity grows, along with the wealth of the richest, and chaotic confusion grips our corporate media, we continue to hear the usual demonizations and justifications for war. Yet truthful words reverberate. They come from the streets. They come from the shop floor. They come from newly-elected progressive congressional representatives like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Ilhan Omar. They come from class-conscious progressives and poets who see beyond media narratives, partisan rhetoric, and justifications for aggression.

Winter is hard, especially for those of us struggling just to keep warm. Wages remain stagnant as prices continue to rise, from the cost of electricity to food, rents, insurance and medical care. Again, the truth becomes evident. The rule of money at its cruelest and least regulated takes its wrath out on working people, the old and the most vulnerable. As we write this, Trump continues to stack the courts with fascist ideologues and corporate puppets. He continues to place crooks and polluters in cabinet positions to destroy public protections. As poet Gil Scott-Heron once intoned, it's winter in America.

The poets in this collection know it. They understand that beyond scape-goating and divisive rhetoric, the rule of money in its own interest and at our expense, is the root that connects all the other issues that affect us. Described in poems like "The Song of the Boiler Maker" by Phillip Baldwin, "Toiling Away at the Mill" by Joseph S. Pete and poems by Sharon Mitchell and Fred Voss are the pride we take in our labor and the necessity of the work we do, as well as the hellish reality of the workplace and the toll it takes on our bodies.

Poems by Darell Petska, Mary Franke, E.F. Schraeder, Warsan Shire and Sara M. Lewis speak from experience of the struggle to survive these terrible times as immigrant refugees and of refugees of capitalism.

The poem, "Plowing On" speaks to our own commitment to continue publishing this journal against the odds. We had to replace the old, dependable printer we have been cajoling along for 15 years because supplies were getting too difficult to find. We could only afford buy a new laser printer because of donations made by you, our readers. The new printer set us back a few hundred dollars and we still have expenses to meet. This issue comes during our fund-drive period. Know that every cent donated goes to keep these powerful and artfully composed truths flowing out to where others can read and identify with them. Tax-deductible donations can be made on our website or to Partisan Press. P.O. Box 11417 Norfolk, VA 23517. On a related note, the deadline for our annual Working People's Poetry Competition is drawing near. Send us your experiences, your truths. The winning poet will win $100.00, a 1 year subscription, and have their poem posted on our website for a year.

As the circus of another election year arrives and the struggle against the arrogant, ecocidal rule of money intensifies, there has never been a more important time for truth and the consciousness raising culture of solidarity. We are more than grateful for your ongoing support of this effort. Together we can move forward.

Thursday, February 07, 2019

Lyle Daggett -- Presenté

Lyle Daggett, a strong proletarian poet published in our journal and elsewhere died last December. Not only did Lyle write strong, lyrical political poetry, he left a compendium, a veritable library and education on Marxist political poetry via his blog,A Burning Patience. The following is an obit by fellow poet and long time comrade Robert Edwards,

It was in 1978 that I first met Lyle Daggett, and that came about through the poet, Jim Dochniak, when I first moved to Minneapolis from Fargo, North Dakota. Jim had a magazine called Sez which only lasted two issues but had wonderful political poetry in it, and that's when I first read Lyle. There was never any question to me, even then, that Lyle was a singular talent, unlike anybody else in the Upper Midwest, an area full of singular and unique talents. In my opinion, Lyle was one of the most important political poets this country has had in recent times. Although there are an infinite variety of political poems, it should be noted that Lyle often wrote revolutionary poems as opposed to bourgeois protest poems. There are many reasons to read him and, of course, Lyle wrote many other kinds of poems than political ones. Having said that, political concerns were always at the forefront for him, and I think in many ways those were the poems he was most proud of. In a magazine I was later to found, Pemmican, which was highly influenced by Sez, I would publish Lyle for almost twenty years, including his 9 page poem, "communism is a round sun shining." He was a lifelong Union man, and defiant about it. In the early 1980s, Lyle and I were in a Cultural Club, with the publisher, John Crawford of West End. The Cultural Club was an experiment by the Minneapolis Communist Party, of which Lyle and I were both members in those days. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, I was working with a couple of coffeehouse/cafes in Minneapolis/St. Paul to host poetry readings and, since I often got to influence the line up, I always offered a spot to Lyle. As is often the case with dedicated and meticulous poets, Lyle wasn't a performer or even the strongest reader, but his work towered above nearly anything else on any given night. These were the kinds of poems you would pull your chair closer to hear. I think in Lyle's work you hear a voice that is fully formed by the idea that political poetry needs to be, first and foremost, good poetry and not simply a ham-handed, tone deaf vehicle for political concepts. In later years, Lyle found a home for his work with Minnesota publisher, Red Dragonfly Press, and I encourage anyone who wants to read Lyle's books to start there. Red Dragonfly will also be publishing in the near future Lyle's last submitted manuscript, Road Song and Annunciation. His sudden and shocking death on Christmas Day, 2018, has left a gnawing absence. I will remember him not only as a greatly talented poet but also as a fierce Lefty whose passion for broad social change never lessened over the decades. I hope there will be many, many more poets who have that same passion because clearly America needs them. But there will never be another like Lyle Daggett.