Ludmilla on the Foolslist

Ludmilla authored this excerpt from the very earliest days of the Fool's listserverthingy. It is part of an intimate conversation between about twelve to twenty of us...I think it reads like poetry. Weffo sent it to me to post in honor of Milla's B'day.
catt 2/2000

Wednesday Dec 30 1998 11:50 am
Good Morning, Good Morning, Ah!
Nothing to say, it's getting late, Party's almost here,

And the king is flowing well,
And I slip into a dream.

Half a dozen fools cleaned out the space today
and brought stuff in from Peron's place for play.

Now I know how many moonballs it takes to fill the Party Hall!

Not as big, nor dark, nor cold as I had pictured. Shit. Might be more fun than we'd imagined. I brought my hula hoops.

So hard to have a really edgy insurrection when everyone is happy and cooperating and things are getting done!

Was I bored? Oh yes, with everyone who lays low and says things suck without taking some kind of action or communicating to improve things or taking responsibility to figure out whatever they need to figure out to be able to do something about things when they suck.

With myself.

With some fools predictable knee-jerk trashing of anything political, religious, or any other somewhat deep subject.

With the scary lack of basic intelligence and common sense surrounding our government and the White House.

With the flimsy power (if one can call it that?) structure in the Guild, with its peculiar secondary doctrines of scarcity and self-abnegation. There is a growing consciousness that it has become foolish in ways that were not originally intended. Given, the current king is now doing well. But there are longer-term factors which could be otherwise.

With how easily people even in the most freedom-and-liberal-based groups seem to go into agreement with even bad ideas. Lemming mentality.

With how little I have done to change the world.

We have been overcome. Instead of the reverse. With seat belt laws, and drug laws, and alien laws, and schools, and Ritalin and Prozac, and car and house payments and interest and income taxes, and time constraints and getting old. Laws and "right behavior" cannot create the truths, freedom, and communications we need to be truly alive.

I have a button that reads "There is no longer any need to be manacled by the customs of a long-dead tribe." Robert Heinlein. Oh yes.

How long have we been dead? And yourself? It's been too long for me. I think I'll wake up now.

But I am not bored by Jack Albee

And I'm not bored by Andy's scholarly and philosophical writings

By Heidi's elegant dancing and poise

By Billy's songs and silliness,

By the way Tina cares for Cheryl, and the passion with which she tackles things.

By Jim's dancing and self-discovery

And I'm never bored with Luisa's excellent writings whether or not they're "in toon".

With Jonnathon, and Dot, and Darla, and so many others.

Yes, I'm bringing the moonshooters. And I have my camo pants and an oh-so-cute color-coordinated scarf, and I'll put on my mascara and my lipstick. And I'll shoot anyone who moons me and all of you that I love.

Bucky's Mom wears Army boots.

Love and Folly,
Che Ludmilla