We’re not free and easy.
We’re very authoritative.
We have some doctrine, some dogma.
We are mostly a community, mostly
people, who are mostly interested
in the arts, literature, photography,
music. Young people, lured by the land,
having children and building houses
open to whoever wants to come.
We are the story of a movement,
a lot of movement, mostly from New York
City, from the kind of Bohemian arty scene
male cartoonists left for military duty.
There are two rules: no hitting the kids,
no hunting, and no fishing.
Expect a place where you will be subjected to
a lot of pressure, a place where you can live
cheaply (that’s a big selling point), a place
where you can spread out, strip for Harvey
Comics, work under the name B. Hall, and
live in relative comfort atop Quarry Hill.
Original Word Source
“Vermont ‘hippie commune’ co-founder dies at 94.” Foster’s Daily Democrat [Dover, NH]. 29 Apr. 2014 online
Notes on Project and Process
Today’s #Oulipost assignment was Canada Dry, a playful prompt that honors the impostor in us all. Ginger ale: just because it is golden and tasty and refreshing and has bubbles, it doesn’t mean it’s champagne. In that way, just because a poem has the look or feel or sound or rhythm of Oulipian constraints, it doesn’t mean it actually was constructed from one.