By Kavga [EDITORS NOTE: Please see the end of the article for an updated conclusion and self-criticism from the author and Editorial Board.] We will primarily concern ourselves with three concepts: 1) what is guiding thought, 2) what are the universal contributions of Gonzalo Thought, and 3) how do these guarantee victory? On the general [...]
The saddest photograph I have ever seen (For Alberto and Valeria) By 1/4 Dead they are wearing the same black t shirt all good fathers want is to keep their babies warm warm in the face of deepening imperialist crisis warm in the cold river waters warm when forced to flee we cannot fit the [...]
For the Party and its little heart beat (Dedicated to a baby) By frh amor de mis amores, el único y el amor más grande en toda mi vida it’s true that men have written about great loves for centuries – of conquest and devotion but when we speak, what we write about, it is [...]
In further commemoration of the Day of Heroism, we provide an improved translation of a poem of José Valdivia Dominguez, named Jovaldo, who was murdered in the Shining Trenches of Combat in El Frónton on 6, 19, 1986, Originally posted here. FOR A PLATE OF LENTILS By Jovaldo I might be in the minority find me behind [...]
Three Documents on the Day of Heroism On June 19th, 1986 in Peru, 135 men of Lurigancho, 115 of El Fronton, and two women prisoners of Callao were killed. And many more were disappeared. The death tolls are less remembered than the heroic, fierce, and unrelenting resistance to the state-sponsored genocide carried out by the [...]
Struggle Sessions reposts this article originally on Tjen Folket Media, to make it available to our readers because we find it to be a highly useful response to the right opportunism of Jose Maria Sison and because we unite with its contents.-Struggle Sessions Editorial Board By Ard Kinera, June 6th 2019 What is the path of revolution [...]
By frh the skull and crossbones wrap around a silver tall can of hurricane 8.1% abv, but he doesn’t mind it hey, it gets the job done, he says, as he lowers the now half-empty can from his brown, cracked and poisoned lips his big brown hand almost obscures the symbol of death. that’s probably [...]
