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Letter to Emma Goldman

by P.A. Levy

Dear Em,

I do wish, and of course you’re an exception to this, that Anarchists still grew bushy beards, so instantly recognisable from those reactionary Communist moustaches; which, let’s be honest look a bit gay.

Anyway, the reason I mention it, I was shopping in Sainsbury’s just last week, I’d run out of Garibaldi biscuits, when I swear to god, OK not to god , but dearest Em, Durruti is not dead.

Isn’t it exciting!

He already had some wine and bread and was selecting a packet of cheese produced by the Kazakhstan Revolutionary Workers Collective when I’m sure I heard him say: ‘I am satisfied with my basket. I have all I need.’

Such a star, and wouldn’t it be fantastic if you and all yer mates were still gigging.

Bakunin could host a chat show, Kropotkin could be a judge on Comrade’s Got Talent. There could even be a daily soap set in the Paris Commune.

Oops! My bad.

Sorry Em, I think I may just have got it wrong, I’m not too sure it was Durruti, now I come to think about it I think he was our milkman. I knew I recognised him from somewhere. No! I’m wrong again. He wasn’t the milkman, he was the barman at the Pink Pantaloon Pub. But he does look a bit like our darling José only with a Stalinist moustache.

Sorry Em, er which I suppose means Durruti is still dead. Best go, gotta get me tea on.

I’ll write again soon.

Comrade X 

(and X stands for a kiss)

– Born in East London but now residing amongst the hedge mumblers of rural Suffolk, P.A.Levy has been published in many magazines, from ‘A cappella Zoo’ to ‘Zygote In My Coffee’ and stations in-between.  He is also a founding member of the Clueless Collective and can be found loitering on page corners and wearing hoodies at www.cluelesscollective.co.uk.

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