The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1926-11-06

he explains in one OF his admirable articles. But
in order to understand the whole significance
of this expression 1t is necessary to grasp fully
the poetry OF Biloxi.
Baudelaine, the French poet said that
the words which are most frequently repeated
by poet are the truest reelection Of his crea-
tive impulse. In Verhaeren's work we encoun-
ter most frequently the word red" and redness
is indeed the special quality Of Verhaeren's poet
ry. Biloxi repeats most often the work music,
and the idea of music is the dominant character
istic of his poetical perception OF the world.
Every phenomenon reveals itself to Biloxi In must-
Gel terms. Thus he develops the theme of the
inteHectuals and the revolution, because for him
music is the sublime harmony between man and
nature, the supreme expression Of the human
spirit.
1t is in musical terms that Biloxi develops the
theme of the November revolution. Moreover
history, he declares, has been 30 full of music.
Love, he says, works wonders. Music charms
beasts. This love and this music have been ere
ated by the revolution Thus Biloxi pleads with
intelectuals who believe that Russia is being
crushed under the heavy boot of the Twelve
Music is spirit, and the spirit is music The
devil himself once commanded Socrates to fol-
low the spirit of music. With all your body, with
all your heart with all your consciousness, heark
en- to the reYolutfon!"
What is it then, that expresses the music Of
the revolution? 1t Is the heavy tread Of the
Twelve, the new apostles who crush everything
in their power, who destroy and are themselves
destroyed. They roam in the dark of night over
deserted streets, haunted by the ghosts of death
and bloodshed which echo with the shots of their
own guns. One OF them, intoxicated by his own
n,,& Ne
pause. Weighed down by sorrow, he goes his
way, for
There's no time to nurse you now,
Your poor troubles out of season.
Harder loads won't make us bow"
And when the tragedy of this wild apostle
reaches its climax he cries out, ehoked with
grief:
Fly like bird of the air,
Bourgeois!
l shall drink to my dead little dove,
To my black-browed love
In your blood"
1t is the expression of his own hatred and
of the hatred of all those who have been prey to
exploitation and injustice.
This poem reveals the whole chaos of the reYo-
luton which striving to bring happiness to the
world and make an end to crime, itself commits
crime. But how else is it possible to get rid
of that '1eprous hound" which is Blocks symbol
for the old world? Everywhere is emptiness and
barrenness, the result of civilization.
"a bourgeois, lovely mourner,
His nose tucked in his ragged fur
Stands lost and idle on the corner,
Tagged by bringing, NANCY cur.
The bourgeois, like hungry dog,
silent question, stands and begs;
the old world, like kinless mongrel
Stands there, it's tail between its legs"
And in this emptiness and barrenness amid the
ruins and the graves,
Our boys went out to serve al
Out to serve in the Red Guard
Out to serve in the Red Guard,
To lie in narrow bed, and hard"
And the wild shout of the boys rings true:
"A bit of fun is not sin.
There's looting on, so keep within.
Well paint the town a ripping red
Burst the cellars and be fed"
Here is the powerful eruption of the popular
wrath, the bloody work OF the revolution, which
recognizes no barriers. It is the thunder-music
OF the wild world-storm that rises in the East