דער פֿאשיסט, ער ציטערט הערט

[sovay]

That moment when you put on the Dead Milkmen's "Punk Rock Girl" to get it out of your head (where it got stuck via the transitive property of "The Great Boston Molasses Flood" after reading the recent research about the molasses flood in question) and then, because of the way your iTunes is organized, realize a few songs later that you are listening to Partisans of Vilna: The Songs of World War II Jewish Resistance and, all right, you probably love Hirsh Glik rather more than the next person thanks to beta-reading A Verse from Babylon more than ten years ago, but don't you think he would have been all right with anti-fascist songs not being so directly relevant again? Yes, I know he didn't write "Yid, du partizaner"—that was Shmerke Kaczerginski—but he's got two songs on the album and "Zog nit keyn mol" is still on mental rotation. This even before I found out that a protest to which I am strongly thinking of going on Wednesday has a Jewish resistance faction. That's cool. (Even if I can tell I am not their target demographic by the fact that I didn't type it out "#JewishResistance" because it makes no sense to me to use hashtags in contexts where they do not actually function as metadata.) I hope somebody has already made a golem sign. These days I am rather in favor of golems that protect as many kinds of marginalized people as needed.

Comments

[sovay]

YES.

This is the only poem I have even near the subject, but I think I will have to write a closer one.

[dhampyresa]

That was lovely.

[sovay]

That was lovely.

Thank you.