Originally designed as part of the chapter on the Russian Revolution, in That Line of Darkness: The Gothic from Lenin to bin Laden, Encompass Editions, 2013, this selection was deleted for reasons of space.
The symbolist poet, Alexander Blok, whose own estate had been vandalized and later burned, initially embraced the October Revolution because he was interested in “the soul of the revolution.” But he believed it resided in the barbaric masses. From the destruction of the bourgeois mentality, with its focus on material comfort, status, and individual and family well-being, he believed a spiritual rebirth was possible. As Blok walked the streets, he would “listen to the music of the revolution” with all its stupidity, hooliganism and horror.
Beneath its outwardly unattractive surface, he detected a hopeful ambivalence that he expressed in the 1918 controversial poem “The Twelve.” He captured the strutting machismo of marauding young soldiers of the Red Guard, drunk on bravado as if on alcohol edging toward criminality as they shoot, loot and threaten to slit the throats of the bourgeoisie with: “Cap tilted, fag dripping, everyone/ Looks like a jailbird on the run!”
When one of the twelve young men kills his prostitute girlfriend in a jealous rage and begins to feel remorse, his companions berate him, equating emotional expression with unmanliness:
‘Hey, Petey, shut your trap!
Are you a woman?’
‘Are you a man, to pour
Your heart out like a tap?’
‘Hold your head up!’
‘And take a grip!’
Yet Blok captures their vulnerability and a steely defiance beneath the bravado. As the men trudge through the raging snowstorm waving their red flag, they are barely able to contain their own fear and raw anger, shooting at phantoms, confusing a dog and snowdrifts with the enemy that “Is Near and Won’t Let Up!” The poem’s terrible vignettes then shift as he concludes on a spiritual note: on the shoulders of the young Red Guards, angel wings appear as they, the apostles, follow behind Christ who is wearing a wreath of white roses. Blok encapsulates the myriad of emotions experienced by these young men and simultaneously communicates his mystical faith in the radical spirit of Bolshevism. By conflating revolutionary violence with Christianity, Blok shocked and estranged his fellow poets and friends, notably Anna Akhmatova. Within a couple of years, however, he realized that his belief in revolutionary violence as a temporary purgative for the country’s past sins was completely misplaced.
Blok’s initial attraction to the Bolshevik cause needs further explanation because his spiritual faith corresponds to that of those who embraced the new ideological faith. How could an intelligent, sensitive poet of the gentry be drawn to a movement whose ideology was destined to sweep away his class? Part of the answer lies in his horror of the carnage of the war with its “impenetrable darkness all around.” The war, that had fuelled the nihilistic rage of so many against bourgeois order, was destroying civilization, of which he was a cultivated product. The Bolshevik Party was the only political force to call for an immediate end to the war. Besides the revulsion that he shared with many of his friends, there was a yearning for something more. He believed that out of the ashes of this cataclysmic upheaval, financed with international capital and fought on the virus of nationalistic fervour, a revitalized internationalism would emerge. The representation of the actions of the young men in “The twelve” symbolized Blok’s hope that a moral cleansing, even if vulgar and repellent would purify and be a prelude to spiritual rebirth.
Blok’s belief in the Bolshevik messianic mission appears on the surface to be similar to the Party’s embrace of Marxism. For its followers, however, Marxism was not a faith but a science that pointed to the development of communism. Unlike socialism that inspired the woolly headed romantic dreamers of the past, Marxism followed precise demonstrable historical laws that the Bolshevik Party, renamed Communist in 1918, interpreted as the agent of those general truths. Their version of history decreed that the October revolution was irreversible and that the inevitable transformation of Russian society into a workers’ paradise would occur as long as the proletarian dictatorship, presided over by an elite vanguard as its guide, was protected from bourgeois or counter-revolutionary sabotage. To ensure that transmutation justified any means: the crushing of enemies, destruction of historical institutions, manipulation and lies. For its followers, all crimes, excesses and mistakes committed by the Party were the necessary price for fulfilling its historical destiny. However vehemently they believed that history was on their side, the believers also had to accept that the Party elite possessed the repositories of truth and that no deviance was permitted; any divergence from this secular theocracy was heretical, even treasonous because it could undermine the Party’s lofty mission. The evangelical undertaking included the promise of universality, that is, that the historical experiment the Party was creating would spread to the West and to the rest of the world; it would become the avant-garde of humanity. That utopian belief was the premise behind the creation of the “Third International” wherein the Party endeavoured to extend its tentacles throughout the world through Communist Parties created in its image. Without that faith, the Party could not sustain the loyalty of its adherents. The dehumanizing propaganda rallied the faithful and mobilized them into action, but that in and of itself would never have been successful without the faith of the ideology: the belief that from the dialectical conflict between capitalism and socialism would emerge the earthly salvation of communism. This faith armoured the believers against “bourgeois humanism” and justified the enormous sacrifices and deprivation that they endured. The same was exacted from the refractory masses, in whose name they were changing the world, at times through the committing of cruelties and the shedding of blood.
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