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i've been reading The Romance of the Three Kindoms and I can't help but see throughlines in it with other primary texts on revolutionary action, coupseeking, and the conditions of a solitary child. In the recent Omelas piece, the revolutionaries we are given in the text believe that killing a child is a necessary action; this may not bring about a grand future for the nation, but it will arrive at a kind of parity.

And there's a weird synchronicity with Dong Zhuo's murder of the child emperor, to set up his abuse and control of the next child emperor? The Ten eunuchs' abuse of the nation made the failed revolutionary action of the yellow scarves necessary, and their prolonged abuse after the fact made the elimination of the Ten necessary. This {set} of revolutionary violence then sets the stage for Dong Zhuo's malevolence to be merely another tick of the clock, rather than an acceleration from zero, right? And so the one child set aside loses his life, and the next child is brought in to take his place.

I am, of course, also thinking about the best piece of writing I've read in many years, the Bishop Bienvenue and the revolutionary Member of the Convention in Les Misérables, where the Bishop asks whether the child dauphin deserved the same death as the kings of france, and for my curiosity about plights of child emperors—your Larsas Solidor—I find myself chastised for my folly.

I persist,” continued the conventionary. “You have mentioned Louis XVII to me. Let us come to an understanding. Shall we weep for all the innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? I agree to that. But in that case, as I have told you, we must go back further than ’93, and our tears must begin before Louis XVII. I will weep with you over the children of kings, provided that you will weep with me over the children of the people.”
“I weep for all,” said the Bishop.
“Equally!” exclaimed the conventionary; “and if the balance must incline, let it be on the side of the people. They have been suffering longer.



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By Rebecca Gayle Howell
via the Poetry Foundation

Slade was pulling minnows out of the dry river
the day we met. Puddles, more or less, was what
was left. But what could live wanted to and tried,
treading narrow circles, a glide of brittle fins.
He wore those rubber boots, though the sun was
an anvil, and very little wet; he smiled, I remember
that, his nickel smile right at me, his fingers
letting fall the small fish muscles into a bag filled
with yellow tap. I didn’t ask his name, or what
it was he thought he was doing, but we talked,
I listened as he taught me to relax the hand just enough.
They can smell, he said, the oils our pores release
when we tense to catch. You have to believe it,
he said. You don’t mean any harm.

A Note from the Editor
Today is May Day, also called International Workers’ Day in honor of the labor movement and workers' rights. Rebecca Gayle Howell coedited the labor writing anthology What Things Cost: An Anthology for the People (2023) with Ashley M. Jones.
Source: Poetry (June 2015)


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