Gridville is located here in the Rubber Eden just on the outskirts any major post-modern
population center. The time is the “terrible now”. While the relative palatal atmosphere of
the more affluent suburbs or the bucolic expanse of the rural countryside may escape some of the more intense effects of this microchip concentration; increasingly the “threads” of Gridville permeate most aspects of a system dependent infer-structure. The lifeblood of Gridville of course is energy. Produced by mega sized corporations who provide this “commodity” of a shrinking fossil fuel pool which is located in one of the most dangerous, highly contested areas on the face of Rubber Eden, supplies will continue to dwindle, become increasingly more difficult to procure and of course, more expensive. Service interruptions are to expected and the population at large will have this reality to face more and more on a daily basis.
Greetings from Gridville is chronicle of one consumer/citizen’s account of life from a highly subjective basis. These perspectives are shaped and rendered in the “newspeak” of
the individual. The ability of the connection or value of the poems and stories to the reader will be in direct relation to their economic status, position or role in society and perhaps most importantly the nature and disposition of current and/or past life experience. Collectively and increasingly the “hive” grows more complex, perplexing and fragmented. We live on the zenith of a cyber/fiber optic “house of cards”. Each passing day we add to the precarious balance of this fragile edifice just by the mere act of “living”.
All essential systems of life sustaining distribution of goods and services in virtually every aspect of existence have grown more and more entangled, entwined and inbred. The example of an incredibly immense ball of twine thread throughout virtually all aspects of this edition of contemporary existence is as apropos as it is chilling. We don’t understand it. We are addicted to it. And those who provide, maintain and oversee it don’t care. Except when we fail to “pay” for it.
As of this writing there are two new fundamental commandments that consumer citizens
must be aware of and abide by: Thou shall not run a foul the legal system and thou shall not have a catastrophic illness. Translation: don’t go to jail or get sick in Gridville.
Now at this point, you might be asking yourself, why would I want to read anything written by someone with such a negative message coming from such a depressing place called Gridville ? And of course I see your point. And there’s only one problem with using that rational as an “out” or point of dismissal; that is, we are all in the same boat. The good ship “I’ve got mine” as suddenly sprung a leak. There is no getting off the “grid”. It’s been tried. Many, many different ways. Alternative lifestyles, communities, communes, dogma, dope, booze and compulsive binge and purge shopping.
There is no escape. The exit doors have been bolted shut. And I’m afraid as Captain Beefheart once wailed, “There ain’t no Santa Clause on the evening stage.”
I have no way of knowing what the future holds for all the Gridvilles spread across the Rubber Eden. But I do sense a couple of things about our current situation. There is no way to return to what life was life in our country a mere hundred years ago. The future dawns every day and we are not leaving so much as breadcrumbs to ever find our way back to somewhat saner, simpler times. Yet each Attitude House of Gridville still contains humanity at its best and worst, humble and self-important. Just people. Fragile. Vibrant.
Newly born or those near time to depart. As it has always been here in the Rubber Eden since before all the rubber and merely the Eden.
I think it’s time to get to know your fellow citizens here in the Rubber Eden. The nature of their day to day dreams, joys, loves and fears. Greeting from Gridv