YPSL REUNION
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If you have old photos to add, email them to George Graham at georgegrahamnj (at) yahoo.com. The preferred format is JPEG but other formats will be accepted. Joe Pierpont from mid-1960's? from Tom Sullivan. YPSL Headquarters in 1940 from Art Kazar. Here are two documents of old YPSL songs! They are both PDF documents. You'll need the free Acrobat Reader to view them. If you don't have it, you can download it free by clicking here. Copies will be supplied at the reunion.
Ken Lawrence sent this image from the Chicago Daily News. It's from January 25, 1962. Click me to view. The following three PDF files are from Lucy Komisar. They are articles from back then. You'll need Acrobat Reader for them (see above for info on getting it free). (The notes are from Lucy.)
The following old photos were brought to the reunion but were copied onto paper on a copy machine. Hence the quality isn't great.: Misc. old photos:
THOU SHALT NOT KILL by Melvin Rexroth He is murdering all the national secretaries For half a century now, every day He knows 10,000 ways to kill them -- In the jungles of Brooklyn In the marshes of Canarsie In the slave pens of Staten Island In the slums of the Bronx The murderers are at work. He is stoning Gilpin Under the bust of Debs Under the IUSY emblem Their bodies lie under his stomping feet. They were full of Marx and Lenin They did great wonders among the contacts They laid down their principles At the feet of a man whose name was your name -- Irwin. You are the murderer. You are killing all the national secretaries. You are broiling Burnett on his Gestetner. When you demanded he divulge The hidden treasures of his bankbook He showed you his wallet And you set your heart against him. He cried out I am starving. I demand my back pay. What happened to Bill Lusk Who used to stagger down 8th Street Dizzy with bootleg hootch? Where is Sam Friedman who thought he was A cigarette machine? And Irving Where is he? Seymour, Corliss, Disturb not me. Where is Shachtman that noisy man? Where is Michael whose poems were trash? Where is Paul J. Shulkis that gentle bitter boy? How many stopped boozing at ninety? How many went to work for Dubinsky? Jacques Melhado! Ernst Papanek, Seymour Steinsapir, Ruth Dombrow! Three generations of radicals Stuffed down the maw of Irwin. He is dead, the bird of 303. They found him dead at a City Committee meeting. He died. He is dead. The sparrow of Park Avenue South. He is dead. Who killed the bright-headed turd? You did, you gosh awful blackguard. I want to run down the street Shouting "Remember Kronstadt!" He is dead The little drunken bastard. He is dead. You killed him. You killed him with your realignment shit You son of a bitch. Carol (Newmark) Carr, c. 1960 |
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