Tuesday, November 15, 2022

"Christians, Have Mercy!"--a Poem on Christian Love and "Immoral" Atheism

This poem was also formally rejected, but as with "Rubicon," I believe it too good not to be published.  I think it is quite effective as a poem, notably with its use of change of voice, and the ironic humor.  Also, as an atheist and ex-Catholic, the subject matter is indeed close to my heart--GF


CHRISTIANS, HAVE MERCY!

by

George Fish

 

Show a little of that

vaunted Christian love,

that “love thy neighbor

as thyself” feeling—

especially toward us

“immoral” atheists!

Please realize just how

hard we “immoral”

atheists have it:

after a hard day of

raping, robbing,

pillaging and murdering,

the only way we atheists

can relax in the evening

is through wild drug and

sex orgies, until we finally

get some sleep by passing

out in a drug-and-alcohol-

induced stupor!  Damn it,

we’re so busy in the daytime

raping, robbing, pillaging

and murdering we barely

have time for lunch—all we

can do is grab a baby to eat

while on the run!  Please!

It just ain’t that easy being

sleazy!  And besides, surely

you Christians yourselves

know something about

moral sleaze—after all,

you’ve practiced it regularly

for two millennia to date,

and still counting!  You’re

the ones who burnt people

alive for allegedly being

witches, heretics, or homosexuals,

you’re the ones responsible for the

ecclesiastical murder of Giordano

Bruno and the persecution of Galileo,

not to mention the infamous

Magdalene laundries in Ireland,

or the mass graves of Indigenous

children in Canadian schools

run “for” them by the

Catholic Church, which even

Pope Francis couldn’t bring

himself to fully apologize for!

You’re also the ones who gave us

Catholic priest-pedophilia and its

deliberate cover-up by bishops and

cardinals, “Prosperity Gospel”

hucksters like Joel Osteen and

Creflo Dollar, venomous hate

preachers such as Pat Robertson

and Jerry Falwell, and the

Christian Nationalist zealots who

rally around “I’m proud to be a

Christian” Donald Trump, with his

three wives and two divorces, his

“grab ‘em by the pussy” rhetoric,

and his notably—Stormy—relationships

with women!  And the list goes on

and on—and on!  Yet, you Christians accuse

us, the atheists, of being the “immoral”

ones!  Have you tried looking in the mirror

sometimes, Christians?   Try it.  That’s

where you’ll find the “immorality” you

think is everywhere under the Goddamn sun,

lurking under each and every secular bed,

hiding in each promiscuously tolerant

nook and cranny! 

"Rubicon"--a Poem on the 2016 Presidential Election

 Although Blue Collar Review, "Journal of Progressive Working Class Literature," declined to publish "Rubicon," it did send me a very nice, most appreciative, rejection notice from the editor, who spent a whole substantive paragraph explaining the basis for the rejection, and hoping to see more of my poems.  I think the problem with "Rubicon" for "progressive" journals is that, while certainly left in content and intent, it's just too oblique for self-styled "progressive' publications, literary journals or not.  It's been refused by others as well, but I feel it's certainly good enough for publication, which is why I'm posting on "Politically Incorrect Leftist."  Here in Indiana, I knew people who enthusiastically voted for Bernie Sanders in the May 2016 Democratic primary, but when November came around, held their noses and voted for Trump, because they couldn't abide Hillary Clinton.  For my part, I couldn't abide voting for Clinton either, so I voted for Green Party candidate Jill Stein--which made no difference, of course, in Deep Red Indiana, which went overwhelmingly for Trump--GF 


RUBICON

by

George Fish

 

He had never voted

Republican in his

life, and had voted

eagerly for

Bernie Sanders in

Indiana’s 2016 primary

last May; but now it

was November, and

he could not bring

himself to vote for

Hillary Clinton.

He stared pensively

at the Presidential

section of the ballot

before him, muttered

to himself, “Hope this

doesn’t go wrong,”

and filled in the circle

beside the name of

Donald J. Trump.

He’d now been

unemployed for the

past several months,

ever since the town’s

last factory had shuttered.

He stared piercingly

at the circle he’d filled in

on the Presidential section

of the ballot for several

very long seconds, then

moved swiftly to fill in all

the other circles on the ballot,

filling in each one beside the

Democratic candidate listed.

Monday, September 5, 2022

Gorbachev’s Passing, and the Socialism That Might Have Been

 

Mikhail Gorbachev, the last Premier of what was then the Soviet Union, died August 30, 2022, at age ninety-one.  He was a Promethean yet tragic figure, brought down by the very dragons of “glasnost” (transparency) and “perestroika” (restructuring) he’d unleashed—ironically, to save the Soviet system, not collapse it.  But things had just gone too far when Gorbachev came to power in 1985:  the repressive regime that had been in power since 1917, ruled for sixty-eight years, was too far gone, too rigid and unyielding, for his reforms to take hold.  The Russians and other nationalities that made up the Soviet public, for nearly three generations, had never known freedom or democracy, nor had the generations before it, under the Czars; fragile, newborn democracy in Russia and the other Czarist-held territories was definitely a fragile, newborn thing, existing substantively only from February 1917 to October 1917, by the old Russian calendar—only from the overthrow of the last Czar until the coming of the Bolshevik Revolution; and during this time the Russian government was weak, inept, and saddled with participation in the unsustainable World War it had inherited from the very Czar it overthrew.  Freedom and democracy in such a Russia took on the dimensions of a Greek tragedy:  where the very Fate the protagonists do not understand, and had no role in deliberately creating, are yet undermined by, and driven to destruction, by it.  Such was the fate of Gorbachev’s “glasnost” and “perestroika”—the newly-found freedom and democracy they created became a centrifugal, dividing, force, not a unifying, constructive one.

Gorbachev was born March 2, 1931, in a small village in southern Russia, which of course, was later collectivized under Stalin.  Gorbachev’s father, a Communist Party member, became manager of the collective farm.  His two grandfathers, however, became victims of the Gulag, but, unusually, survived and returned home to their villages.  Gorbachev entered Moscow State University, the Soviet Union’s most prestigious, and joined the Communist Party in 1952.  Much an orthodox Soviet Communist, his eyes began opening under his experience at the University, and later, by Khrushchev’s famous speech on Stalin, which Gorbachev called “courageous.”  While at Moscow State, he befriended a young Czech student, who became both his lifelong friend and a leader in the Prague Spring of 1968.  As a rising Communist, Gorbachev visited France, Italy, Canada, and West Germany, and was struck by how much higher the standard of living was in those countries as compared to the Soviet Union, even though the Soviet Union was also a developed country.  He also visited Czechoslovakia during the Prague Spring, and became a supporter of it.  A member of the Central Committee, and later the Politburo, Gorbachev acceded to power in 1985 at the youngish age of fifty-four, after not only the death of septuagenarian Brezhnev, but also the death of near-septuagenarian (69) Yuri Andropov, who succeeded Brezhnev only to die a short while later; and then octogenarian Chernenko, who also died shortly thereafter.  Now Premier and head of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, Gorbachev embarked on his course of reform, in which he met heavy opposition from both Party hard-liners and from vested interests, notably the collective farm and military-industrial complex lobbies.  Gorbachev also had the misfortune to accede to power during the tenure of Ronald Reagan as President of the U.S., an inveterate (invertebrate??) Cold Warrior and far-rightist who spurned Gorbachev’s peace and arms reduction proposals with harsh “evil empire” rhetoric directed as the Soviet Union and the regimes of Eastern Europe.  So, despite high initial promises and expectations, Gorbachev’s ambitious agenda of “glasnost” and “perestroika” sputtered, and he found himself isolated until, finally, his former ally, now nemesis, Yeltsin, walked into Gorbachev’s office on Christmas Day, 1991, and bluntly told Gorbachev the Soviet Union was over, and that he was out of a job. 

When in power, Gorbachev realized just how much the military defense was draining the Soviet economy, now that he had access to statistics denied even to high-ranking Central Committee and Politburo members—and was shocked to find out that the Soviet military-industrial complex absorbed 40% of state spending, an unsustainable reality for his plans for a better society, in which ordinary citizens would also gain to benefit.  He did succeed in arms reduction deals with his U.S. counterpart, Reagan, despite the latter’s Cold Warrior intransigence.  But his dreams or “glasnost” and “perestroika” never really took off:  what Gorbachev planned as a unifying course of action turned out to be a disintegrating one, as long pent-up individual, societal, and ethnic people’s animosity, now unleashed, became centrifugal forces that tore apart, rather than rebuilt, the Soviet Union.  (The whole of this struggle on the part of Gorbachev is told very well, and in much more detail, by a young scholar, Chris Miller, in his 2016 book, The Struggle to Save the Soviet Economy [Chapel Hill: University of North Carolina Press].)  Thus did Gorbachev see his visions of “glasnost” and “perestroika” not galvanize Soviet society and public opinion, but instead, pent-up demands by non-Russian peoples for independence dismantled the Soviet state; U.S. economist Jeffrey Sachs’s notion of economic “shock therapy,” i.e., overnight transformation of the economy from a state-owned collectivist one to a neoliberal capitalist one, carried out under Yeltsin, who succeeded Gorbachev in power in the Russian state, completed the death sentence of Soviet-style “socialism.” 

Gorbachev was also a critic of strongman Putin’s dictatorial ways.  Today, Russia has reverted to what it was in Soviet times, a one-party dictatorship under one “maximum leader,” Putin, who carries out only sham elections and imprisons, and even kills, his opponents—same as was done under Lenin, Stalin, and Brezhnev!  (Only a capitalist one, of course.)  Further, while the Soviet Union had been a superpower, second only to the United States in many areas, now it is a much-diminished economy and society, with a GDP today only about the size of Texas. 

Gorbachev, the last “Leninist” in power in the Soviet Union due to his heading the Communist Party, was as innovative as had been Lenin—in ways antithetical to Lenin, of course, and in an attempt to further, not truncate, socialist democracy.  His was a failure, but to this author, a glorious failure.  We of a socialist bent would be better to hope for more Gorbachevs, and fewer Lenins.  More socialist democracy, and less authoritarian collectivism dominated by the state, and the one-party clique that controls the state:  which made Soviet-style “socialism” more akin to a company town, where the controllers of the state are both monopolists, selling “their” workers the goods and services they need and want, and monopsonists, the sole purchaser of labor power.  The only exceptions are those specifically carved out by the state:  exceptions to the rule that are officially allowed; with the only other course being the black market.  Such is hardly an inspiring “socialism” that would attract millions of toiling masses in capitalist societies—and indeed, such a “socialism” has failed to do so.  Let us of a socialist bent be honest about this, and admit it.

After removal from power, Gorbachev became a has-been in the new Russia, ignored when not despised for allegedly “destroying” the Soviet Union.  His “communism” was more social democracy than Leninism, and he himself admitted admiration for the German Social Democratic Party, and chaired the small Social Democratic Party in Russia until 2004.  If he was a nearly forgotten has-been in his native Russia, he won accolades and awards in the West.  And yes, his vision of socialism through “glasnost” and “perestroika” is compelling, and a far cry from what we and generations of leftists before us have come to regard as “socialist.”  But imagine:  a socialism without Gulags, or the dreaded 3:00 A.M. knock on the door.  A socialism where everyone has the right of free speech and speaking their minds, reading a free press, writing what they wish to write, without fear of censorship, or feeling the “necessity” of self-censorship.  A socialism that is governed by a free and fair democratic electoral system, with multiple candidates vying for office, and multiple parties running candidates.  As socialism that enshrines the “bourgeois freedoms” as enshrined in, say, the Bill of Rights, where “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” can be taken for granted.  And, of course, a socialism where not everything is controlled by the state, and is allowed only under state aegis, but where the “free development of each is the condition for the free development of all,” to quote from the Communist Manifesto.  In short, a socialism where the individual, as well as the collective, matter, and where the individual finds his and her self-determination naturally, “with liberty and justice for all.”  Such is the socialism that might have been, had Gorbachev succeeded, and for the lack of which we as socialists will continue to pay for—through the nose, if history is any guide.      

 

Wednesday, August 31, 2022

More NAMI Papers

 I will have more to say on NAMI, mental health issues, later, but now, with the arrival of more pressing current events, I must say "Adieu" to this topic for a while.  Needless to say, NAMI will not publish my NAMI Papers--they're too adult, too literate, lack the facile breeziness, of typical NAMI writings, which are written at a 6th-to-8th-grade level.  A pandering to the lowest common denominator, a level I refuse to stoop to!  NAMI also has important other faults, which I hope to bring up--its lack of serious programs and support for mental health consumers themselves; its incessant fund-raising, with nothing to show for all the money raised; its built-in classism, pandering to those who are "caregivers," i.e., who can afford to support a "mentally ill" adult child without income or very little income, and who has no job or only a part-time one, and support such a child not merely in his/her 20s, but also 30s, 40s, 50s, and beyond; the eagerness with it takes money from state Departments of Mental Health, the Psychiatric Establishment, and Big Pharma, all of them leading culprits in the mediocrity and crisis in psychiatry we see today; and NAMI's generally facile and saccharine outlook, so exemplified by the condescending behaviors and non-responses of NAMI officials themselves, from the national office all the way down to the Executive Directors of Indianapolis and Indiana NAMI chapters themselves. 

Thursday, June 2, 2022

Rectify!

This poem was originally published in the Circle City Clubhouse newsletter.  I believe it lays out a good plan for what we really must do with out lives, i our lives--GF 


Rectify!

Rectify!

Rectify!

If you can’t rectify—

please die!

 

That’s so good,

so telling, and

so true

it bears repeating:

 

Rectify!

Rectify!

Rectify!

If you can’t rectify—

please die!

 

Remember,

just because you

are alive

does not mean

your living is worthwhile.

You may be alive

only as a parasite

on the better forms

of humanity.

You may be alive

not as a human,

but only as a

deceptively human-appearing

species of ignorant, obnoxious

australopithecine.

 

That’s especially true

if you don’t rectify,

if you don’t devote

your life

to rectifying.

 

Rectify!

Rectify!

Rectify!

That is Moses

and the prophets…

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Tithe?

 My first activity as a new member of the Circle City Clubhouse, helping staff the snack bar back in February 2016 in this alleged "recovery space" for mental health consumers, I had to endure another member, Nathan, a fundamentalist Christian, going on a ten-minute rant on how he wished he could afford to tithe to his church.  Something that really irritated me immensely as an avowed atheist, though I wisely said nothing to him.  When I got home, I wrote this poem about him and his rant, prefacing it with these words:  "[I]nspired by an evangelical Christian who went off, totally out of the blue, on an irritating 'Praise the Lord' Godsmack rant that also expressed his eagerness to tithe; so irritating was he with his rant I felt compelled to retort to him with this poem."  Truly, I can't think of anything more untoward than poor people somehow feeling they have to give 10% of their income to some church, where all it will do is line the pockets of the church's pastor and provide them, the tithing poor, with nothing useful of or material substance.  A bigger waste of money and energy is truly hard to imagine!--GF


Tithe?

Why the hell

would you

do that?

To give back

to God

for what he

has given you?

(Though it is

indeed debatable,

to say the least,

if he’s given you

anything at all!)

But of course,

your own

religious

understanding

of God

means that,

to you, God

is infinite,

all-knowing,

all-powerful,

unbounded and

complete in himself

without anything

coming from you—

so, by your

own faith,

the last thing God

needs from you,

if anything,

is the lousy

ten percent of your income

that you, a poor person,

can’t afford to give

in the first place!

But it isn’t God

at all

who “needs”

your tithing—

it’s the ministers

and pastors

who befuddle you

on this

in order to

line their own pockets;

to use you,

to manipulate you

through guilt,

to “give” them

the lifestyle

to which

they wish to

become accustomed!

That’s really what

you get from tithing—

played for

a chump,

and absolutely

nothing more.

Keep your

ten percent, then;

you need it

a hell of a

lot more

than either

God or your

pastor needs it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don’t commit suicide!”

 At the end of March 2001, I was hospitalized for deep depression and suicidality, and released about two weeks later, coming out of the psych ward of the local hospital in Indianapolis to face homelessness and no job.  That afternoon I took refuge in a fundamentalist Christian "rescue mission," which was my home for the next four months, until I became eligible for SSDI, or disability income.  In September 2001 I became successfully employed, by the end of 2004 had shed off my curse of massive recurring depression, and now, over 21 years since my last psychiatric hospitalization, am in absolutely no danger of being re-hospitalized for psychiatric reasons again.  Below is a poetic fictional description of my discharge, with the cheery psychiatrist wishing me on with well wishes and good speed as I went out into the world facing emptiness, poverty, and despair.  Though the account of my departure from the hospital is fictional, the circumstances limned were all too real, and so, this is definitely a poem based on real life as I had lived it then--GF 


“Don’t commit suicide!”

So said the psychiatrist

as I was about to be released

from the hospital,

the one-size-fits-all pleasantness

of the stiff smile plastered

on his face

appearing as though

it had been painted

on an otherwise lifeless

mannequin.

“Go out and face the challenges of life

boldly and positively,

now with your new, healthy attitude.”

 

He forgot to add,

“Go out and face positively

the crummy, low-paying,

dead-end job you have,

the one that doesn’t pay you enough

to live on. (If you still have a job,

as your job is so low-skill

and you so obviously ‘overqualified’

for it with your college degree

you could be replaced

by a chimpanzee,

if a chimpanzee

could be trained

to punch a time clock.)

 

“Go out and return

to your apartment

and pack your belongings,

as you’ve been evicted

and have to get your stuff

out of there by mid-afternoon.

 

“Go forth and accept

boldly and realistically

your homelessness,

or perhaps staving

off that absolute

homelessness

by scrounging up

a bed in the local mission,

where you will be subjected

to mandatory fundamentalist

God-preaching,

despite your atheism.”

 

“Go out and meet those challenges,”

the psychiatrist

admonished,

just as the therapist before,

the one who’d

personally denigrated me

said to do those few years ago,

when he said that

personally degrading

and insulting me

was designed to

help me “meet the challenge

of living on $7.00 an hour.”

 

“Go out and positively

meet and greet

the challenges of your

worthless,

poverty-ridden

life,

that life

bereft of hope,

possibility of change,

friendship,

support

and love.

 

“By all means,

don’t commit suicide!

You have so much to live for,

can’t you see?”

 

No irony in the

psychiatrist’s voice

at all,

just the same

one-size-fits-all pleasantness

as though the mannequin

had a recording

embedded in it

that played automatically.

 

“By the way,

one last thing,”

the psychiatrist added.

“Before you leave,

be sure to

check in with

the receptionist

and sign the papers

for indigent relief

so that we all get paid.”