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Quarry Hill Creative Center in Rochester, VT, founded 1946 by Barbara and Irving Fiske, is Vermont's oldest alternative community and at one time was probably also its largest. In the 60s -80s, as many as 90 people lived here.
It was and is visited each year, often in summer (but in every season, really) by visitors from all over the world.
We welcome interesting and creative people who are peaceful, bring no weapons, don't believe in hitting children or killing animals, and enjoy the beauty of Vermont and of themselves.

Most of us do not adhere to any particular dogma or religion, though many do find Eastern philosophy closest to our own thought (some of us are also members of the Quakers/Society of Friends).
We value the individual, particularly people who are energetic and have a sense of humor.
Visitors are welcome-- and prospective residents, too. There are some places for rent, others for sale. If interested, get in touch!
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"The symbol is the enemy of the reality, and the reality is ever one's true guide, true friend, true companion, and true self." Irving Fiske, 1908-1990

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

William Fiske's Poem

Renée McManus
this is a poem that William Fiske wrote. He sent it to me a few years ago. 
William loved to write crazy, but well-thought out (in about 20 seconds) silly poems. -- Ladybelle
Fight on! Fight on, 'till the sun drops behind the last horizon - your dreams are made of stuff that can't be hidin' / Descartes would fashion such: I think, therefor I am! "Cogito, ergo sum," you told the whole uncaring mass - and for an answer you receive - a kick right in the ___!

This is the way the world works - not with a bang, but a simper - no flash of glory can we expect - no moment of reward - until our heavenly judge finds fault - with the Governor of New York!

So heave, and pull, and let the strength, that you have gathered as a slave - of regulations and their ilk - you'll take them to your grave.

UNLESS, she cried, unless there is, a way to beat these beasts - at game their own, perhaps it can / be done with ass of the Jawbone!

In references biblical, I might be somewhat lacking, but in a ragged doggerel, some might just say I'm smackin'!

So use the tools that God provides, to take these craven hosts, and shove them up where they belong, and let them rot - Then BOAST!

William J. Fiske, BS, MS, MA, Cantor of Poetry best relinquished to the trash heap within ten mins of arrival - and that's an Order!

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