Ivan's grandmother is a leather hipster who once claimed to have bedded John Lennon & Andy Warhol in a *******; she was that type of teenager; how she got to be so old on LSD & ****** in a miracle in itself; she smokes many packs a day & drinks bottles of *****; she breastfed Ivan despite his protests & taught him all he knows about communist poetry; Ivan is a socialist realist although his grandmother is a dye-hard psychedelic who'll believe in free love til her grave; to Ivan she's a weird old witch & he catches her **** in a jar staying up all night sniffing the piquant ***** possessed of ancient ancient Russian spirits & he sees sprites & faeries dancing about the feild he's sitting in; old Russian moon sable cloaked Princess daughter of Czarina Sun & Czar Sky; as the beautiful hands of dead Russian maidens reach up from the ground & grab him as they rise up naked & dancing; unable to write by mere moonlight after guzzling his grandmother's **** Ivan lays back & let's the poem's words fill his dreams w/ the fires of Muscovy where the princesses died & were burned w/ poems in their folded hands written in golden ink