AUGUST 9, 2009 6:01PM

Katie Louise Hicks joined Open Salon. Welcome! *~*

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Yes. Welcome!

I best shush up. Ya see al kinds of great folk (Hicks) in the farm markets. Today was a Farmer Market Day. Ya see folk with curly nasal hair, smelly underarm pit-hairs, the corn-stalks dread-lock-curl hairs, a former fed-prosecuting defense attorneys, a former CIA,  and other discriminating shoppers. They buy at Farmer Markets. They tell personal stories  that seem to speak of Great American Memory Stuff! Ya wonder if some peoples strained confessions are just personal Testimony ... and sad regrets?

Often:`stories of a family past .... the telling .... may be a telling ... to alleviate their own Mind?





I just love to listen to People. 

Let the creeps beg god/shrink?

I generally  adore every shopper.

Oh, some do harangue to argues?

What's the gripe? What Ya's eating?

You want a third and fourth opinion?


"As through this world I travel

I see lots of funny men

Some'ell rob you with a six-gun,

Some with a fountain pen." Woodie Guthrie,

"Pretty Boy Floyd, The Outlaw." It's plain to see.

Yes! The fountain pen thieves and  vultures in DC/Wall Street cahoots are the ones doing the serious stealing. The crooked lobbyist, lawyers, judges, politico's, .... , Vultures overhead, and thugs in politico roles ... O You Get Yours! Adios Chumps! Mutts! Genuine people are mad-as-hell, and fraud DC roosters ... bam, bang, bam, bam, boom boom. Bad boom boom. Woe!

So- Ya hasta a- luego (s) ?

- Mahatma Gandhi wrote:`

To forget to dig  the Earth

tend the soil well with care,

that's to forget ourself.  (sigh)


- T. Jefferson said (I think of my son's family) :`

Cultivators of the Earth are the most valuable

citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most

independent, the most virtuous, and they are

tied to their country and wedded to its liberty

and interest by the most lasting bands. - T. Jefferson 


- Ralph Waldo Emerson  wrote:` "The glory of the farmer is that, in the divisions of labors, it is his/her part to create. All trade last on his primitive activity. He/She stands close to Nature; S/he obtains from the soil the bread and the meat. The food which was not, he causes to be." - R.W. Emerson.


 Daniel Webster wrote:`Let us never forget that the cultivation of the Earth is the most important labor of humans. When tillage begins, other arts follow. The farmers, therefore, are the founders of salvation. - Daniel Webster. 


People are what we eat. Americans are eating too much 'shit' from politico's media broad -castors. We also even ignore the financial cost of this national sickness of eating, and listening to the effects of eating shits!


"To Be of Use." - Marge Piercy.

The people I love the best jump into the work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalos, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and muck to move things  forward, who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who stand in the line and haul in their places, who are not parlor generals and field deserters, but move in common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.

Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.

But the thing worth doing well done has a shape,

and it satisfies, clean and evident, Greek amphoras

for wine



Hopi vases that held corn are put in museums

but you know they were made to be used.

The pitcher cries for water  to be carried

and a person for work that is real. - To Be Of Use. - Marge Piercy. 

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"I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who stand in the line and haul in their places, who are not parlor generals and field deserters, but move in common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out."

*smiles and takes the bucket*

Thank you for this post.

I love the farmer's market. You know who my favorite vendors are, Arthur? The one who pulls out his pocket knife, cuts off a piece of peach or melon and smilingly offers for my approval then wipes the knife on his pants leg before sticking it back in his pocket. And I will smile and not think about it and enjoy and buy his fruit and probably stop to talk for a while about life and hard times or good times, whichever.
Yes.....The food which was not, he causes to be." - R.W. Emerson.
Thanks. Jimenace, You know.
I glean lots from you and others.
Life is Good. I do cut with switch blades.
I ask the buyers to eat beet leaves.
I 'order' eaters to cook chard the stems.
Pine nuts,olive oil, and soft goat cheese.
Wisdom cries out in thee Market Places.
The conversation are always memorable.
Eaters ask me to cut the leaves for a bag.
I ask to cut their hair and finger-toe-nails.
I gotta be somewhere. I shake dog paws,
cat tails, and rub peoples tummies too?
I like when peoples leg shakes rapidly.
Hi and thank you for the look into world of the farmer's market . . . and beyond. I got to our market late on Saturday and all that was left of the cantalopes were little ones. I said to the guy, "But they're so wee!" I just cracked into one, and it is tooth-quiveringly sweet. Just goes to show ya.
"- Mahatma Gandhi wrote:`

To forget to dig the Earth
tend the soil well with care,
that's to forget ourself. (sigh)"

I just got a squash and two tiny little red tomatoes. Choice! Well done, Arthur.
This is bursting with great imagery - great choices and commentary - wonderful balance to the news and frustrations of late. Thanks, as always, Sir Arthur.
Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, said 3 times for luck!
The blog you contain your thoughts to is quite the read!
Keeps me on me toes, it does!
Thanks for the great response to one of my first blogs...we
seem to be cut of the same ilk. And, lots'okids, too! How old
is the youngest, (mine is 5), and your oldest, (mine is 29 and soon
to be wed).
your blogging friend,
So nice, I can't help feeling bad for the pitcher. Thanks.
If someday we become toothless and brain coco coo kooky comatose ... I hope we still remain fond of each other. You make such pleasant sounds as wonderful as young heifers lowing. Soon, todays summer heat will be a blaze and scorching.
I spend less time here, regretfully,
I wish I knew a Way to every read,
assimilate, comment on each post.
signed, like a lawyer suety letters:`

Your truly,
newt gingivitis, and sarah parlor.
whose fleece? black flea lice sops.
I don't know how to say:`Thanks.
Maybe ask? You may crank my ting?
The ting gets cranked each morning.
Crank a 'ting' like a old tin lizard tail.
Then, hearts begins to sputters sing.
Ay, put a chirping cicada in Ya pants?
We'd have time to walks via cow pies.
Then, soak feet and belly inn a creek.

Blister forms on 'our' lips? Bag Balm!
We can sniff Lady Lace blooms. Bees!
Bumble bee bite Ya tongue You frisk!
Be gentle lambs:`frisky as the rabbit!

Enjoy what we get, eat goo pure food.
We are human. Be no crank machines.
Automotive organisms is No cats cars.
Catcalls? Pick cat O' 9- tails at streams.

Be people. Have combustion. Pass gas.
Human? Pick Friends who breathe Life.
Human? Piston, fragrant flowers petals.
I guess? People are fun Transformation.
To me? People are relation. good/crank.
Feed? People imbibe. Nourish thee Life.
Life? People sense a sacred communion.

Cheese. Folk @ OS are far wiser than me.
I guess that's why we read? Look for Life!
My gratitude. I can banter? No barn Yet!
Why care? A editors nasty? Odd? Behave!
Good morn. Thanks to journalist. Behave?
I am tempted to vent ref:`
The Arlington Cemetery.
Mark Benjamin @ Front.
I No comment @ Salon.
O Hells Bells. Thank You.
Zumalicious. I do love You.
Owls_Say_Who is a rare ONE.
Precious, always, fair feather ONE.
Debbs4. My eldest son is 32. He wen o Cornell, and Maryland Institute College of Art. He worked several jobs post graduation.
Teaching at Saint James, and Biology in the public school system.
He chased a Weat Virginian for 7- years. He has two children:`ONE is 7- months, Louis, and Annabella is 5- years old. When my son was doing a job-gig at the U.S. National Bonsai Arboretum he hated the long commute. He wanted to be a stay home farmer. He does a better farm management. My youngest son, by the way, I've taken both son to Vietnam to see the countryside. The tranquil peasant people.
My daughter, Christina, will be married outdoors this September at a old Victorian home. A dear Friend Michele has been a faithful helper and believer in ...
Best Luck to us mallards?
Who put the ring 'round?
Ay ducks are fun to watch.
Life has the ups and downs.
Of course, And Life is Good.
I tease:`
Bury me one day under a Jug.
But, not in rowdy court room.
Taverns can be a social Place.
With lucks. Jug springs leaks.
After departure I'll sip wines.
I looked at the clock that said:It's 1:14.
I thought we bumped and !'s a- wrong!
It's not 1:14! Ya commented at a- 11:14!
Potent. Cool? Ya so cool, ay hot humid!
I think I mentioned I watch rabbit, deer!
You are so zen. So monastic. Fantastics!
I am judged by fellow farmhands as duh!
I was late again. Ay, a smiles. Toss kisses!
'Um ask me? `Ya worthless? Ay, O, Ya Ah!!!
Whatever! `Ya lazy honest hand crew, O Ah!
Ya are hilarious. One good eccentric nun, Ah!
If confused? That's a kind thought. I was fired!
O monastics
O wonderful
O now O my
Oho, behave
O a conscious
Not sure how to say this any other way: your mind is kaleidoscopic.