Just recently just, upon the recommendation of someone at my job,

     I read, “The Allegory of the Cave” by Plato. Was that his first or last

     name? Don't know.

        I found it in a jiff on-line: in different translations and formats. I read a

    bunch of them. Not a hardship. 15 or 20 minutes well spent. Not at all

    time wasted and the elation of intellectual reward has yet to dim. 

    I doubt it ever shall. The piece is about public perception, mostly kinda.

         Though his focus might have been on human nature(?), with amazing

    impossible accuracy, Plato predicts the media jones we immolate

    ourselves in now. 2400 years old this ditty is. How do you do that? 

    I don't know. Really I don't.

          Now do We live in a time of prophecies realized. Or not. I think I'm

    informed about things and maybe I'm not. That's bad. I see people around

    me who are not informed – some through ambivalence and some by

    choice. Either one, that's bad too.

          Is Gaia done with us? Sick up and fed with us? Had it up to here!! 

          It might be the grossest immodesty for a generation to say, 

    “Boy o' boy, it's never been this bad. We are in some deep shit now!”

     But ya know what? Boy o' boy it's never been this bad. We are in some

     deep shit now.

          I can't look at the news and I can't not. If great justice is inevitable, 

     We in some deep shit now.

           But, then there is Celia.

                                              Celia on the good foot.

                                                     Celia on the good foot now.

         Your response(s) to both “The Air” & “Nation” have been outstanding.

    For this we are grateful. Thank You.

                                                             Let's All go for a walk.

                                                                   Forget answers

                                                                         Seek questions

       3/07/2020                                    Folksizhome 

Debt. Debt is the thing most sited to be insufficiently represented

      on the list of things that make us nuts in the “Nation” article. I confess 

      the failure to recognize debt as the pitch fork poking demon that it is for

      many Folks is a subjective oversight on my part. Okay.

                                We once indulged

                                      the Vice of debt

                                 But now We don't no mo'

              I wrote in the article “Scrapes”, a while back, that electronic 

      billboards were replacing paper billboards thus eliminating the

       possibility of organic real Art. I find lately one of the sequential 

      offering of this highly evolved medium is this kind of board approved 

      poetry and some of it might be alright however I read 3 or 4 lines and

      then the screen changes to an ad about something I must have or do to

      be a content, secure and upwardly mobile person.

               Now c'mon you poets, get with it. Learn to write poetry like 

       advertising copy or be swallowed whole by the great snake of 

       efficiency. You(s) have been warned !

               We welcome JJ Pinckney to the stoop, the porch, the crew.

       I found him and find him a charged painter and creator. Good Luck to

       Us. I hope you enjoy him as do we.

               The Folks in Ardensville are breaking the surface like Crocus in

      springtime now.  And away we go.........


                                                                                 Believe that


Absurd. Even the word is sorta absurd. Absurd. 

             I embrace absurd. Don't condescend or dismiss it. How could I?

    For I, am just that. I am absurd, an absurd person. 'Magine that, hm, m, m.

             Some of you may have noticed, the cover page – nowadadaze

   sensibly referred to as “home”, has been altered. Though Robin's image

   of Celia and Petra holding an Ardensville banner, - now something like 

   a brand name and a fine one at that- still appears, now, upon coming to 

   the site one is confronted by a hippopotamus in a tutu considering the

   Empire State Building. Hmmm, I always consider that spire when I see it.


             Make no mistake: this is a photograph. A photograph. This sight,

    the moment, this reality, now preserved in golden amber – happened.

    Bet on it.

              Shall you dismiss it and stamp “absurd”? You may do that.

                  Please, feel free. Stamp it, be my guest. 

                                               Then, turn that stamp 

                                                        upon yourself for 

                                                              We are all  absurd.

               Bulletin to myself....;

     The responses (all positive) to “Talking Goose” and “Nation of Geniuses”, 

     have been, to me, remarkable. So many interpretations. Yesterday, a very

     nice woman told me “Nation” was the truth. It just don't get better'n that.

              Ardensville is rolling now. There are such things as wondrous

     places. Places out of time and beyond reason. Places absurd. Bet on it. 


                                         And the crooked places shall be made straight,

                                                                Folks from Ardensville,

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