Bulletin for Big # 18 – for real
How very dreadful. Unforgivable really, showing up this late for your own
party. In a just world I'd be on the receiving end of a sharp slap in the yap, a size ten
in the rear end. Yup.
Can we apologize for things we can't control? Can we apologize for anything?
Well I apologize for apologizing and we apologize for leaving you hanging for so long.
Nobody likes a tease. Here 'tis. Nuf said.
I am happy to tell you ( if you don't see it on the little ticker ) we have surpassed
1000 hits and climbing. We did it in 7 months. In 3 months from now, more than just
a downhill snowball, maybe we'll be a hit. Keep punching, breath, concentrate.
In this happy interval, may I applaud, high five and thank all involved who
got us to this point. Bravo to you and bravo to us. We happy few.
Thank you you all, for staying with us. For being encouraging and forgiving of
the short comings we shall tarry to repair.
If we can fix Folksizhome, we can mend the nation. No hoping please.
Keep Punching, Breath, Concentrate.
Bulletin New for Mark
After not encountering Mark the finger painting guy all summer long
and all that time wondering in what state he might be, I emerged from the
subway at Union Square and there he was. He seemed in good spirit and
vigor. Clear eyed and healed.
He said he was relocating to First & First, a distinguished and
magikal location in the East Village. Few from these parts can stand at
that site and not see the ghosts. A grand romantic sculpture of a million
Since Spring past, he has parted with all the work I was familiar with.
The work now was fresh. More re-purposed canvases and less pizza boxes
and the matter of the pieces evolved and even more thoughtful.
Please review the article here “Finger Painting”.
Get up to speed on Mark.
Though not in any tour books, yet, if visiting New Yawk, you could
do worse (a lot worse ) than inhaling that excellent corner where you would
hope to find Mark, free from persecution and glorious.
Jessica's photos of all this can be found in “Marks Gallery”, yonder,
up and to the right.
I need apologize for the delay with Big #18. Yes I know nobody likes
a tease and we vow here it will be big, soon, revelatory and it will be a hoot.
I hope your summer/fall transition has thus far been as tolerable
where you may be as it has been here in the North East.
Be good to yourself,
That's where it begins.
Folks from Ardensville,
Glad to see ya,
Glad to see ya.
This weekend past, 9 / 6-8 – was a determined effort to produce the Scrapes piece AND,
getting ready for big #18. #18 is a big deal. You betcha.
Scrapes is to remind us to look for the Art all around us. Everyday. Sometimes, in
the least likely of places. Only take a sec. Wont hurt at all.
Only time you here about Picasso now is when they sell one for a bazillion dollars or,
antithetically, when they steal one. Mr. Wilde says, “Nowadays, people know the price of
everything and the value of nothing.” Yep, that's what we've become, people. Oscar always
gets it right.
We welcome to the crew, Jessica Lazala. Jessica provided the images for Scrapes.
No hemming or hawing, just did it. Excellent. Brava.
Nice woman. Mornings, Jessica walks the walk which I bike the bike. On this now
familiar route I am aware and charmed by each and every house. By their colors, size,
state of repair and of course archkitexchure. One day, Jessica says to me, “How about
that house with the sunflowers?” or “How about that house with the monster tree?”
Now I see flowers and trees. Shrubs. Thank You Jessica. Good eye, good eye.
What really matters?
What supports life?
The excess stone,
the figure is revealed.
Peace in the Valley
Night in the Forest,
Folks from Ardensville
Do get in touch!
Bulletin for Big 17-18
Sometimes, once or twice a week or two or so, a large man gets on the train.
I always ride the same train, same car, same time. I don't see what stop he gets on
though he gets off at 180 st.
He's here now. He wears clean flannel shirts and white socks. He is clean shaven
and holds his phone. Right now, he is talking about 'The Shining' - the movie, in a
full and resonant voice so I can hear him clear on the other end of the train. He
speaks and gestures to no one but articulates as though he were in conversation.
Generally, I don't know what he is talking about. He may swear a little but never
seems threatening or worrisome.
He's gone now and we 6 or 8 folks remaining on the car glance at each other,
roll our eyes. Few more stops until the last – Dyer Ave. These will be quiet stops
except for the synthesized soul-less P.A. Messages.
Do I do what he does? Is writing an insane rant?
Oh – he just got on the train ( following day ). Is writing mere lunatic bilge or
a bowl of ripe cut peaches & whipped cream?
18# is a big deal. I'm excited to find out and hell, I wrote it!!
Do aliens walk among us?
Will Satan's minions stage their onslaught here –
in a sorghum field?
I will exeunt here to listen to the muse for a few more stops.
Thanks for hangin' in -
Let's raise a barn -
Let';s cut some rug -
In fact the joint is jumpin'.
Folks from Ardensville
That Ladies and Gentlemen, was a horrible weekend.
I can't stop dwelling upon if it was my fault because bulletin last
I wrote “venom and bile have breached our doors.” Well, better to
charge myself than credit some unseen hand.
Now I would declare (I do declare ) some kind of notion about
Folksizhome. NEVER will I allow this site, this territory, for myself
or anyone else, to be used as a desk upon which you jump up and show
the whole class yer peepee - politically speaking. I actually witnessed
this once in 1st or 2nd grade. That was one sick puppy right there, you bet.
I think his name was Ronald. We did not stay in touch.
Myself, I have I think, severe opinions and anticipations about things.
Who said something like, “ Opinions shared quick become judgments.”?
A smart person.
As if held in place by some unseen hand, I watched, just watched as
current events oozed into my unconsciousness. Saturday and Sunday.
On the 5 train to the top o'the Bronx Monday morning, I am more
grit teeth & white knuckles than I was going home Friday afternoon.
And still, I will not emote here.
I reserve this space
for colors and wonder.
The wonder of wonder.
The music in the colors
and the colors in the words
and the shapes that may come on their own.
As commitments go, I think it a good one. And noble.
Let's all be smarter
To that pursuit
Peace in the Valley
Soup in the Pot
Captain has the seat belt light ON
Folks from Ardensville -
Yes, We Home
Get in touch
It is a funny thing...
Since I find it too difficult and, really, impossible to know
my own mind, the minds of others - even others close – are as distant stars.
Here in lies a foundation of the best of our literature and, maybe most Art.
Creative output when perfectly ripe, is the exercise of self examination.
Blah blah blah.
For some time now, I've thought, if I could just produce one beautiful thing,
I might find content. Be content. Happy is a children's thing.
If this has happened, ever, alas the radioactivity
has decayed, sending us again to the well of endeavor.
Chapter 14 / page 9, I calls it “Sun and Stars”. When I get to work today,
I shall ask Juan to color print it two times; one for my work station and the other
for my desk at home.
Maybe better than content – which is a selfish kinda joy – is gratitude.
The painless indebtedness for benefits of the society of others.
To Robin & Juan, I am deeply deeply grateful for inclusion into the crew
that produced Page 9 – chapter 14. Maybe I'm just being nutty here. Hysterical.
Content is tough.
So much thin ice uncertainty.
Venom and bile
Smoke and water
Have breached our door sills.
If You're not terrified,
I would suggest,
You're not paying attention.
Pay attention. Hard times don't knock.
Then stays round too long.
Celia pays attention.
That is what she does.
She is an Artist.
She moves forward to no objective,
Eyes open and taking her colors
From the moment she inhabits.
We hope you are enjoying the ride and we are grateful for the end's meat minutes
of your day you can afford us. Really, it's all we need. Would be nice though,
to get a lil' more coming back from Y'all.
That is it.
Can We try to be good
To one another. Gooder
Create something good
Dedicate to that pursuit.
All We can do is take solace
8/01/19 Folks from Ardensville
What music can one bring up to extinguish the chilling howl of a world this fragile. This combustible. And I'm one of the lucky ones. How about a blues? A solo partida? The song of Bird. Birds maybe. Yes, that's the ticket. Since the heat rolled in, the crows have abandoned the backyard and I don't have to tell you, them birds don't sing. Corvids. Smart, but not at all musical.
Because she is a quick study and congenital actress, quickly quicklydoes Celia presume to assume citizenship status in Ardensville, U.S.A. Good luck with that Ms. Celia.
I would be amiss now, not to acknowledge the sad and timely passage of Mad Magazine.
There is a list of some gravity of individuals and organizations that have proven themselves to be powerful forces in the creation of this our American culture (our strange American culture)in the years after WWII. Of course I date myself in broaching this discussion but generally,
I don't lie about my age. I prefer to lie about my height.
For me, some of those on the list would be; Hugh Hefner, Anne Margaret and Elvis, James Dean, Julia Child and Ray Crock and Alan Turing. And of course the Beatles and of course of course Mad.
(My list is neither complete or at all objective. It is my opinion and I invite you to opine here and your candidates will be heard )
More than any stand-up or writer or movie or TV show, from its debut through to the present, Mad has shaped what is funny here in this our nation. It did not dawn on me then but, Rowan and Martin's Laugh In was Mad Magazine brought to the small screen. A small for instance but, significant considering the success and influence it enjoyed.
Ask the comic writers of all stripes about Mad and if age appropriate, they will all say something like “voice of God”. Yeah.
I for one would be lying to you if I did not credit (blame?) Mad with my pathetic oft undetectable sense of humor. Thank You Mad and all the genuises drawn and spawned from your pages. I don't think I would be who I am now without “Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions”. “Does this train go to Altoona?”
Job well done and rare.
Folks from Ardensville
Hello out there.
How very grateful we are to You(S). Returning visits
to the site keep a pace and the response generally is
rather good. Again, Thank You.
Our numbers indicate that you're diggin our method -
releasing a chapter at a time roughly a week apart. Even
that pace frankly is most challenging but we're getting
better, smarter and faster and there ain't no quit in us.
What if ya met a brontosaurus?
I'd show'em whos king a dah foress !!
You know, Dickens used to publish this way, but in
magazines. I hope a weekly visit and brief read
provides for you a pleasant quiet moment.
Yesiree, folks are home in Ardensville. I love Babby.
Would anyone like to guess where she came from?
In case you were wondering, yes, that was a tease to
get y'all to ring in more (at all) and give some......
Someone recently said to us, he thought the
illuminated format of the pages slowed his reading
down which, for him was a positive as he is mostly
reading work related text at what might be described as
Would we could bring Folks back to reading.
I think Oprah nothing less than an American Hero
for making this an objective. All Hail !!
Please come back. We're happy to know you.
Keep them chapters rollin'
Next Stop Valhalla 5 / 09 / 19
A man got on the train today
Attired the super,
a holy title
Crew cut, sinewy, fit
Stained working hands
A clasp of many keys
on his neck
With him came
His back pack also black
Cell phone in his pocket
Stayed in his pocket
He bore no wedding band
His cut was crew
Don't We all have
Don't We all have
Our hero had simply these:
2 fishing poles
( fancy with shiney high
3 hockey sticks.
2 fishing poles
& 3 hockey sticks.
As all were loose-
I invite him to wedge them
by my bike
'tween seat and door
At the back of the car
Last car of the 5 train
Up to the top of the Bronx
Wedged secure He went to sleep
His pose repose
His self now a granite.
Soul inhabits monument
For and For Ever
Hockey and Fishin'
Both, I feel,
Contain their brand of violence
Some no doubt he glory suffered
Who was this meditative god,
Moving among us ?
Vacation from some Underworld ?
A flash of Storm and War?
I shall never know
A spent soda can
Dear Readers, Friends, Folks and All Our Ships at Sea,
Thank You all for the great reception we have encountered
thus far. Thank You.
We have been up & live for a small parcel of time now,
really one publish and we tarry mightily to keep the content fresh,
rolling & rockin' til the break of dawn.
Realize we do some of you are having difficulty seeing us on
your phones with those teensy weensy lil' screens. Solutions and
options are being pursued on this end. Improvements are afoot.
Now ya know.....if you have comments, questions,
or would like to receive notices about new posts, please,
email us at
We promise not to harass, pester or try to sell you stuff you
do not need or want. Nope.
Next up we will be posting some of AmyB's paintings,
chapter 4 and maybe some non-fiction. Maybe, we'll see,
who knows ? We'll see.
Gentles do not reprehend
If you pardon, we will mend
'Mend these visions' is the call
So good night unto you all
Give me your hands, if we be friends
And Robin shall restore amends
Folks from Ardensville
Clear and cold Good Morning
Eve of Spring
Soon she will Rise
Newer 'n New
Well, we're up a month now. How very bizarre the
passage of time.
Celia will be getting out of town for a spell.
Where exactly, is not known. We all shall know
when we get there.
I'm curious bout something – a chronic condition we all
should suffer and delight – Have you a favorite first,
or last sentence of a novel or a story or a book? The first of
'Anna Karenina' and the last of 'the Dead' have received all the
attention they duly deserve.
Hows bout others. There are so very very many. Many.
If you send us one, your fave, it gets posted.
Our current objective now ( besides makin' Art )
is to engage some S.E.O. That means 'search engine
optimization'. Though our numbers are positive,
and encouraging they need be 'enhanced' to assure the
survival of our odd little species.
Please share us. We need You. Celia needs you.
Now go plant a bulb !!
Peace in the Valley
Good Will to All
Git on the Good Foot
Folks from Ardensville 3/14/19
Crocus. Then Daffodils.
Crocus and Daffodils.
That means Spring in my world.
Here may we tender a happy and encouraging
Welcome to Sean Egan. He is a good man and,
an engaging writer.
His shoots break the surface and we are fortunate
To have him in our flower box.
Welcome to 'the Crew' Mr Egan .
Hope you're all up to speed with the story.
In her new digs, all will change for Celia.
Smells and Taste
Even the Truth may Change
Delight in Ourselves
Delight in each Other
Delight in Primavera
It's getting better all the time. Just don't quit. No no no...
We've been pushing it for 2 months now and things look good.
Things improve if you let them.
Right words always helps. I'd say.
Our numbers climb. Not in an elevator, not on a ladder or stairs.
More like a hill. Hopefully a mountain. Once above the tree line,
one would anticipate a grand view. A song of Creation.
Last week was a mighty rough one for me. Imagine waking
hung over then having an unfortunate production on the toilet.
You stand up to proceed and look and your glasses fall in, yeah.
This thankfully is only a metaphor for my Wed-Thurs past.
Went down hill from there til'bout Saturday. Better now though.
A precious music partner with who I have been playing for
10 or 15 years announced ( in that dreadful interval), that he
would be moving down south come Summer. He is younger
than myself with a toddler and don't I know how tough NYC is.
Stay in touch, Good luck, Do good work.
I shall be grateful for what I had, not bitter for what I lost.
That took me well into Sunday to reconcile.
You know what helps best in those episodes like that?
And worse?, For me?
Shakespeare Sonnet #30. Yup, picks me up, slaps some sense
into me and evaporates my whinny pussy bullshit. I have every
reason to be content. In fact, I'm the luckiest boy in the world.
That's some sonnet that sonnet #30.
I'm delighted y'all liked “Barn” so much. If Piss Beer becomes
a thing in America, remember, you heard it here first.
Celia has landed in Ardensville !! Let us get the party started.
We rollin' now.
Juan, our website commandant, will be in D.R. for some
much needed R&R so our production will be....slim for a spell.
But, in a brief week or so of industry and output from me
and RobinAmy, with Juan's return, We shall come out roaring like
sunrise, you betcha. Duty now for the future.
Peace in the Valley
Call your shot
Pound your mitt,
Folks from Ardensville April /11/19