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In a War on All Fronts

In a War on All Fronts (1943) Sickness is general in our time. Wounds we newly understand Fall on us, rise up from the ground. The fevers of confusion’s kiss Leap to confusion in the land And flame through our divided minds. Let me not die of this. Let me come through and live again To fight the war the world must win. The hurt child in the fascist street, The rain of clubs on Negro heads Demand more blood, cry for defeat. Cry for a day after defeat: Day of the world’s discovery For which we face an age [...]

2026-06-12T16:10:26+00:00June 12, 2026|Writings|0 Comments

Eric Keenaghan, Unburying History: Two Lost Antifascist Poems by Muriel Rukeyser

What does it mean to be antifascist? The answer seems self-obvious: to oppose fascism. But when does that opposition happen? And at what point does it become a legitimate and recognizable form of resistance? Too often, we tend to discount cultural activism, the only sort of resistance most art can produce, as inadequately political. Political poetry, antifascist poetry, stuck to the page rather than moving through the street, seems detached from oppressive realities, opting for the aesthetic over the sociopolitical. Direct actions, with their performative and theatrical dimensions, have an aesthetic quality, too. But even for those of us who [...]

2026-06-11T16:13:34+00:00June 10, 2026|Ruke Blog|0 Comments
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