Rough draftings of an essay to be expanded---Plus the draft of a poem based on a bit of Maryland Folklore.
Folklore, Education And The Stasis/Dissipations Of Societies.
The appeal of folklore and regionalism. That is the old education. Of the land and that is also the history--The education of the history of the land. The pertinent educational lyricism of locality. Locality is where anyone is.
There are intense subtleties and nuances when stating the obvious. Dangerous even.
I grew up in North Georgia. The old folkloric Appalachian traditions mostly died out and still dying out in the applications of everyday life to this day. I was not the better for it.
There is an unsettling abstraction beneath folklore(s). A haunted truth not spelled out entirely. Eternal proverbs. Stories---storied
There are things speaking in the woods. There are things speaking in vacant city lots. There are things speaking in the old railroad beds. There are things speaking in the library. There are things in forgotten small towns ---crossroads that ge drunk on morning fog. Sentient things.
I am speaking about the struggle to hold onto a persistence of awareness that grasps a wholeness. Elusively elusive.
What are the stories any where telling? Let us denounce a society that denounces mystery.
The Ghost of Peddler's Run
tha ghost is a lantern down that lonely road
tha man ghost hauls something around down upon
that lonesome road--
whole histories happened down thar
and were forgotten
like how cold a winter can beat
till yer bones are bruised
or the Klutzy toothing of lover's gone
shadows are memorized into shadows
and blood bled wet dew on the grass
whilst the moon was almost full
A headless body
wasz found by
Mary Pickett's woods
found by the creek burble
they buried tha body
without tha head
could not find that fucking
body got buried neath a giant rock
3 crows cawed 6 times that
that day like a tombstone
where acid rain
Ghost of fat
rain always gits
will eat you
tha how of that matter
--don't matter-- or give a damn
your dead will get dead
everything wasz written
down so it could die.