We are all soldiers pre-manufactured, asleep in a psychedelic liquid, fractured. Awash in false memory. To one day wake full of righteous anger toward our enemy, built to hate the systems embedded within us. Assembled, with a destructive lust to live only in our dreams.
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It has poem in the title, fellas.
Good work. I would suggest formatting a seperation between each stanza/line; to make it more “poetic”.
HAHAHA, I added ‘poem’ to the title after most of these comments were made.
This is a metaphysical question and can’t adequately be answered.
You can believe it if you want. There is nothing we can say to dissuade you.Materialists reject this view tho. We believe that the material world, made of particles, is all that exists.
But if believing we’re all in a dream makes you win power for the oppressed peoples of the world, then who am I to judge.Totally based in material reality—maybe I just didn’t write it well enough. Thanks for the critique. Edited: This poem is about waking up to the contradictions of capitalism.
Ah ok. I didn’t get that haha.
I hope you don’t get too much vitriol from the comments lol.
Idealism, pure distraction
Amazing imagination comrade!
The body doesn’t make it clear you’re engaging in poetry, after reading the comments it becomes clear. No need to be dismissive of those who took it at face value.
That being said I think you’ve had a cool idea/angle of approach to the topic.
I realize the above comment might come off as rude or dismissive, and I’m sorry to any comrades I hurt by inadequately representing this as a real question, especially Łumało. I appreciate the feedback and will strive to be clearer in the future.
No prob fam
A mature response! please don’t lose sight of the other part, you made a dope observation and provoked thought.
Jesse what the fuck sure you talking about
Honestly, I was just chilling, watching the show Severance, when the urge to write hit me—specifically, to write about how capitalism forges its own destruction due to its inherent contradictions. I also totally meant to post this to the creative writing sub, not comradeship. Oops!
I would question the morality of a movement that forces people to, even falsely, experience capitalism for the sake of creating a soldier whose hate is pure. Perhaps, such an evil is truly possible that this becomes justified. Perhaps capitalism and communism managed to both spread through the stars and that is the way to genuinely teach those who would fight against interstellar capitalism of the true depravity they exist in opposition too. A proper education system would probably do the trick though.
If the person responsible for the cryo chamber is reading this, my hate was pure a long time ago and just wake me the fuck up already.
I love this comment! It seems like you interpreted the poem as suggesting we’re in a simulation of capitalism. While I love where your mind is going, that wasn’t what I had in mind when writing it. Honestly, though, that could make for a great book—about communists who don’t remember or never lived through capitalism, seeking proof of how terrible it was.
Yo, could you please expand on what you actually meant? If I was totally of base, and I believe you when you say I was (being the author and all) I really would like to learn what the authorial intent was. It’s a good post, just a misunderstood one that has prompted discussion
Oh, and you are correct. I took the “lie” part as foundational and interpreted from there. I replied under the assumption you were being literal.
I’m not a fan of authorial intent… I like to make my own meaning from what people say. Anyway here is a line by line brake down.
The title is a reflection of the ‘Are we the baddies?’ meme, symbolizing the realization that capitalism causes much of the world’s suffering. ‘We are all soldiers pre-manufactured’ speaks to the idea that capitalism sows the seeds of its own down fall; that once you recognize that capitalism is full of lies, you begin to fight against it. ‘Asleep in a psychedelic liquid’ and ‘awash in false memory’ represent how we are drowning in propaganda, while ‘fractured’ refers to the division within the proletariat. ‘To one day wake full of righteous anger toward our enemy’ is about the intense anger that comes with waking up to the reality of oppression. ‘Built to hate the systems embedded within us’ reflects how capitalism has ingrained itself within us, and how hard we’ll have to work to undo that. ‘Assembled’ could refer to the masses putting bodies in spaces or to individuals being shaped from birth. ‘With a destructive lust’ speaks to our revolutionary potential, and ‘to live only in our dreams’ touches on a utopian vision of the world, as well as my personal experience with people (mostly liberals) telling me that communism works in theory but not in practice.
thank you for your interest in what I was saying.
Thank you for explaining in detail. Good post! I think it really gets at feelings many of us, perhaps even all, comrades have.
