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The Revolution Will Be Metavised: A Spoken Word Poem for Alexey Navalny

August 12, 2022

My new sentence has not yet entered into force, but I’ve heard rumors that I’ll be transferred to the high security colony in Melekhovo, where convicts get their fingernails pulled out. Well, at least I'll have an excuse to use this trendy emoji 💅

— Alexey Navalny (@navalny) May 4, 2022

I have a dream.

Close your eyes with me.

In the dream, there are avatars
with bright laser swords
and video game eyes.
The revolution is metavised.

Electronic ramparts
overcome
by gigabyte Cossacks.

The Orthodox
find the courage
to fight the Oligarchs.

Hologram calvary
trample
the regime
it’s tanks, missiles, and nuclear machines.

If hope is a catastrophe,
I’ll die in prison,
naive.

But no! Swipe away this Instagram conceit!
“The revolution is metavised?” Ha!
Let’s control-alt-delete

your fatalism complete
Moscow fashion elite!
I’ll use your pashminas
and Burberry bags
to bribe the commissioner
In this contemporary gulag.

They’ll probably put me in solitary
or choke me out.
Do you think that’s gonna stop me?
They poisoned me on YouTube,
Novichok, how ya like me now?

Just give me one more minute
with Yulia and Zakhar,
we watched him skateboard
at Gorky Park.

Have I fallen so far?
Look into my eyes.
Pupils like electric scimitars!
Imma social media star!
Imma addicted to Insta-r!
“In-star?”
The Czar never had it this hard!

We’re a revolution of millions
look in your pocket
that iPhone you got
with the bedazzled pop-it?
Hell, it’s more radical than a frazzled prophet.

So, just you know, stop it.
Your cynicism is showing
you outta just drop it
like Putin did in Kyiv
when his soldiers couldn’t fire a rocket.

The revolution will not metastasize.
Look at things through someone else’s eyes,
say her name “Alisa,”
a 7-year-old who died
in a hail of Russian fusillade
her grandfather by her side.

Oh well, I’m out,
they gonna torture me in the morning.
Need my sleep,
but I gotta listen to state recordings.
Fuck, don’t they know propaganda videos are boring?
Pull my nails out,
it’s more alluring.

It’s fine; I got this, but Russia, just heed my final warning;
if you think you can kill love
with bombs
lookout
I hear the hoofs falling
the revolution may not happen now
but the future is calling.

“The Revolution Will Be Metavised” by Jeffrey Delano Davis is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

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The wind screams through the pickup. It tosses rusted bolts, fence wire, wrenches, and Sike’s feed bowl about the cargo bed with alarming ferocity. Nina rubs flints of plywood and sheep hair from her watering eyes. She grips Sike’s collar with one hand, the wheel with the other. The pair pop up and down in their seats as the chassis rocks over potholes. The wheels crush agates and quartz rock. The sky turns inky purple, and lightning flares about the clouds. Oddly, there is very little rain.

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Albert is reading his writing. God, I don't think I can make it through. Albert likes to write about light through a window. Bowls of fruit. The wings of a bluebird. I don't think I can take it anymore. He shakes like a dildo while he's talking.  

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Кафе «Шевченко»
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Іван заглядає у вікно кафе. У вітрині, яка виходить до вікон і стоїть поруч зі старовинним касовим апаратом на прилавку в глибині кафе, лежать ряди вареників; червоні краплі малини й гілочка м’яти прикрашають пухкий штрудель. Поруч із варениками викладено ряди сирників із різноманітними ягодами. Витає насичений аромат кави.

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