A Stroll Down Memory Lane or An Abridged Version of Political History as I See It- Lenore Goodell

Please read this from my wife and love of 49 years, Lenore Goodell.
Thank you and love to all.- larry

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[All this has been roiling about in my head for a while and even though I hate to write I cannot let it go.]

Remembering back long, long ago in the wake of the Clinton election, Cokie Roberts was spouting on NPR and made the pronouncement that the Republicans would “eat their young” (in what I presume would be frustration). At the time, that sounded like a pretty good outcome, and I was very happy to have an energetic President with fairly liberal values – younger than myself (but the same ballpark).

BUT Ms. Roberts was entirely wrong. Instead of eating young they created an industry of discrediting President Clinton and his family in the most despicable and slimiest manner.

In spite of that the USA had a successful run of 8 years. And I think if Al Gore hadn’t distanced himself from Clinton he would have won. (Well, in reality, he did win but that was the first time they stole the election with dirty tricks i.e. voter suppression and having their Supremes declare a winner.)

[Think of how different the world might be. No war in Iraq that destabilized the Middle East and global warming being addressed 16 years ago – maybe a chance to turn things around.]

Even after the Bush years and President Obama elected, Republicans never stopped their scummy behavior, scheming to block any accomplishments, attempting to discredit a man who clearly is above any reproach. Many times along the way of his term I had wished he were more liberal and more scrappy to the folks arrayed on the other side but, of course, they had the benefit of owning the congress which was bought and paid for by the hard labor of gerrymandering and throwing dark money in small elections. So, many people not doing well in a good economy is due to the Republican Congress thwarting a good bit of the President’s recovery program. [As I see it they passed just enough to benefit themselves and leave the rest of us in the cold and dark.]

So now we come around to my point in this shaggy dog story. Here is another stolen election. I knew the fix was in when Trump announced that Democrats would steal the election, because that is one of the Republication game plans – a preemptive strike to make the truth sound like defensiveness. And even with all the nasty dirt Secretary Clinton got pelted with (a lot of it a revival of the old anti-Clinton industry) she and Democrats and we the people were winning but for:
Voter suppression
The FBI placing fingers on the scale at the last minute
Russian interference.

All of these make the pollution of our sacred right to vote in a fair election a clear fact and Donald Trump a cheat, liar, in my opinion a traitor and the front man of a right-wing coup. And the troll army is out saying that we are poor sports and disrespectful to not accept this “election result” as a final word. ARE THEY KIDDING? They must think we Americans are all fools.

It is the Democrats’ patriotic duty to speak up and speak out. I don’t know what can happen now – but I do know that Democrats have to gather and fight as hard and nasty as Republicans. High moral ground and gentility is clearly not loud enough to win the day. Learn to boil messages down to simplistic and jingoistic phrases like they do. Attack and resist, it’s a fight for our existence.

Lenore Goodell
1/15/2017

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2 Guest Editors – Garrison & Goodell – Truck Blog

Phil Garrison Selection of New Poems this is from December of 2016.
Larry Goodell Selection of New Poems this is from July . . . .

Congratulations Phil for your bringing these poems out! larry

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David, a poem for David Franks

David

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collaged images from the net david franks, poet, baltimore

I’m not your
beast
I’m not your
priest
I’m not your
feast
I’m not your
Chicago
Your New Orleans
Your vibrato.
I’m not your anything
I’m just a memory
of a non-mammary
I’m not even that
I’m the exact thistle
in an objectionable plant
of this state.
Waiting to cast my prickles
all over the place.
And if I see your face
I’ll say David
how you’ve aged
and so have I
but I am not
your Goliath
I don’t like
to be hit
by pits
of prunes
or anything
no matter how trumped up
how old
how folded up & presented
like a Valentine
I’m not anything
but the separation of skulls
across the great divide
a broken tether between
that could be singing sweetly
of times that might have been.
The sweetest thing of all
is what is lost
the imagined
that never came true
because things as they are
are so rudely present.
Thank heavens
for all the great
might have beens.
We think about them
tomorrow.

love, larry / from Creator Tricks, poems written in 1996

For a myriad postcards sent to me from David go here!

David died January 14th, 2010. I believe he was born in 1944 or ’45 since I was working on his Touch here in Placitas and published it in 1966. He was living in Placitas and one of Robert Creeley’s students.

larry goodell / placitas, new mexico

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I’m 80

img_2982I’m as 80 as you’re going to get. I couldn’t be eightier.
80 times around the sun the Earth with me on it.
80 times 365 is too much to think about.
I probably should be downsized in age if it were possible.
Heck, I’m as old as Alcoholics Anonymous.
I’m as old as the Gallup Poll and guess what was first produced
.     .    .    in the year I was born? Nylon.
I shared my birth with the birth of swing
so obviously Benny Goodman was much much older than I am.
I’m as old as Monopoly and the first canned beer went on sale
the year I was born. The first paperback books came out
from Penguin. I’m as old as the 1st paperback book!
Now I’m really feeling old. The Volkswagen Beetle,
.     .    .    remember those? the year I was born.
I’m as old as the first florescent tube.
I’m as old as the first Toyota car and lo & behold
the very first parking meters.
I’m as old as the WPA – too bad it died!
And get this: I’m the exact age of social security –
.     .    .    .     .    .    praise Democrats!
Boulder Dam was completed – and – I was born.
And guess what, the first Sugar Bowl and first Orange Bowl.
The first men’s briefs, in Chicago: they called it “the Jockey.”
Ezra Pound is meeting Benito Mussolini and reading him
.     .    .    a draft of the “Cantos.”
James Farrell finishes his great Studs Lonigan trilogy.
Herman Goering officially creates . . . . . the Luftwaffe.
Persia officially becomes . . . . . Iran.
I’m as old as the beginning of the Dust Bowl
.     .    .    after the worst ravaging sandstorms in the Midwest.
The year the New Deal was born, and Porgy & Bess opens in New York.
And Mickey Mouse appears in color on the screen for the first time.
I’m as 80 as you’re going to get. I couldn’t be eightier.

larry goodell / placitas, new mexico
written for my birthday solstice potluck June 20th, 2015 and read before the cake.
also read at Chatter in Albuquerque! Thanks to all.

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Intro Bill Pearlman Stephen Rodefer Poetry Reading – 1973

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Bill Pearlman, Lennie Silverberg (hidden), Stephen Rodefer

FERVENT VALLEY is old New Mexico Fruit Oriental Blue Streak Dr. Amer-Indian
Negro Woman Chicana Duende White Brother spelled backwards
& BILL PEARLMAN whose Age is Apparent
& STEVE RODEFER whose manner Takes the Cake
something to do with D.H. Lawrence & Robert Creeley Georgia O’Keefe
William Eastlake & the Indian on the Hill John Rechy Keith Wilson
& Others & Others & Space
which is under the subterranean reaches of Okies & this building —
Placitas Corrales & Beyond the Visionary Artaud Hirschman Kinetic in
Pearlman he drops down acid rhetoric in contrary planes
& Rodefer as Voices carries lovemaking the Sight which is inner Province
of Troubadore in spillage careful outward
these Two Gents of lore around this town — all part of a renewed
face of the Southwest in 1967 Zingdap! & I fell down the stairs by
the orchestra pit into the arms of six beautiful women — & I have nothing
better to urge on this evening but the entire possibility of Speech in
Dance of Reform of itself — friends & all — STEVE RODEFER & BILL PEARLMAN

/larry goodell / placitas, new mexico / 1973new-scan910

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Poems for Bill Pearlman & One By Him

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Bill Pearlman, Lenore and Larry Goodell in Placitas a few years back . . .

Romance Cavalier

/for Bill Pearlman

As was as is as to be –
what are we going to do
without the Romance Cavalier?
You know as I do that we all should be permanent.
Those infrequent visits can’t simply come to a stop.
There’s too much hilarity when he’s at his best.
Questions that come from the fog of not knowing who he is
. . that are so funny,
as if we all know better who he is, who he was, who he is to be.
Bill never misspelled as I recall.
He wrote and acted in his own plays.
He wrote. He acted. He acted when he read what he wrote.
Sometimes the intensity and the furrowed brow drove his words in edgewise
where they weren’t wanted, but mostly
the electric absurdity bristled and a circus tent appeared out of nowhere
and he was the carnival barker. We all wondered
what was the carnival? What was it going to be?
or what will it be when we’ve taken down the tent & departed
and future thrill-seekers will have to make sense of what
we know so well. Well
your athletic spirit has sprinted from Majorca to L.A. from
L.A. to New Mexico, to all points West and South to San Miguel.
And, Romance Cavalier, there are chapters and volumes of memories
. . of the parade and the bands, the bars & the audience,
the verbal counterplay and amused company that continues to this day
and sends you on your way with all of us.

larry goodell / placitas, nm / 13aug2016

The Stars, Language & Love

for late friends Bill Pearlman & Larry Morris

Suns, star energy,
spark the universe

(et tu universum
genus humanum)

cluck tongues,
smack lips, in-

verse mumble
shuck ’n jive of

the highest order,
Heaven’s vulgar,

commonplace order where
all things change

save Bastards & Angles,
the ever expanding
Language of Love,

& the never expanding
Language of the Dead

 
  it is my wish to enlighten to some little extent the discernment of those who walk through the streets like blind men, generally fancying that things which are in front of them are behind them, I will endeavor, the Word aiding me from Heaven, to be of service to the vernacular speech.   Dante, De vulgari eloquentia

Neil Nelson

Bill Pearlman, born in 1943, died in 2016 – in San Miguel – complications from a back operation.

Listen. From a cassette “letter” sent to me in the 90’s Bill reads “Wind.” 

Pearlman collage

some of our consorting

Kick Back

Death comes like a pearled shell
a nothing brocade
as energy saps out of itself
into something else
as the departed greet each other
the imagination hopes
there Bob, there Keith, there Kell, there Ken
there Steve, there Meredith, there Susan, there Bill,
they’re there with the larger world of the dead –
Earth absorbs them all
and our minds kick back to them.

(thinking of so many friends/poets gone . . . )

Love to all and all memories, real things,
larry

lots more to come to commemorate in this blog and others . . .
comments appreciated.

This is from Charlie Vermont, Dr. Vermont, former resident with Ann and family,
of Placitas.

Dear Larry
Glad you are still keeping at it. I would have liked to have seen Bill,Steve,
and Ken before they passed. Very ensconced in medicine and immediate family.
I recently reread that piece you did on me and realized it was as close as I ever
came to writing an artistic statement and sent it to one of the poets I admire.
Hope you and Lenore are doing well up on the hill looking into the vast West.

Charlie

Bill showed up June 20th in Placitas, 2015, at the 80th birthday party Lenore
put together for me and this is the last time these old friends got together.

Photographs here by Bob D’Allesandro, so grateful for . . .

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Bill even had a poem for the occasion – here reading it . . . . what a blessing

To Larry Goodell on His 80th

Quick trips blames a negotiated High
and all our Geminis have wandered –
But no telling where you’ll be heading
out in the great desert of song
wandering wondering pen in mind
come see the world as remarkably free
so long the song continues to bubble up
and sheer mastery loom across the sky

Residual heritage blinks on & off
in homeland of ongoing dream:
What amazed us was the indivisible world
of color – the mesa grande & beyond –
the Sandias & the Sangre de Cristos,
elemental earth stations under a vast sky

Love was never far removed.
Whether in grandstand cosmos or bookstore
the sound of the human voice concurrent
structure of infinite molecule and brain connected
living in a flash of gorgeous ascent
that keeps us all hovering in perfect whirl –

for Larry – Love, Bill -Bill Pearlman 20June2015

Pearlman poem to larry 80th

the rounds of magical fires that keep our hearts alive and alive in our hearts . . .

and something from 1967 for Meredith Rice and Bill Pearlman, married in Bernalillo/Placitas . . .

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Duende Celebration June 11 & 12, 2016: Some Afterthoughts

Duende Celebration Talks and Panel
I recorded on my little Zoom H2 the Saturday Morning and Afternoon sessions and put them on Bandcamp. I decided to persist to the end in spite of all the terrible chair scrapings and obliterative mic booms. I’m a novice (always) and can only do so much to clean up audio. But now it is available for anyone who is truly interested. So much of this has not been heard together, but only in pieces far and wide, if heard or read at all!
It was an amazing weekend topped off by poetry readings by Bobby Byrd of El Paso and Joseph Somoza of Las Cruces on Sunday. Host was Jim Fish of the Anasazi Fields Winery in Placitas, New Mexico. The schedule, set up by Bruce Holsapple of Magdalena, NM 
Duende Celebration: Poetry Readings, Art, New Mexico
Small Press Exhibit, Talks and Panel Discussions
Bobby and Lee Byrd, Joseph and Jill Somoza, Larry and Lenore Goodell, Margaret Randall and Barbara Byers, Barrett Price, Heloise Wilson, John Crawford and Anne MacNaughton
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June 11, Saturday, 9:30 to 12:00 “Local Legends,” Short Talks
John Tritica on Mary Rising Higgins and Gene Frumkin, John Roche on Janine Pommy
Vega, John Macker on Todd Moore, Lawrence Welsh on Keith Wilson and Jim Sagel,
Anne Valley-Fox on Stan Noyes, Jim Clarke Burbank on Carol Bergé, Joe Somoza on
Robert Burlingame and Drum Hadley, Bobby Byrd on Ricardo Sanchez, John Crawford
and Bobby Byrd on Patricia Clark Smith, John Crawford on Tony Mares, Pamela Hirst
on Beatlick Joe Speer, Larry Goodell on Bill Pearlman, Stephen Rodefer and Ken Irby,
Anne MacNaughton on Peter Douthit, Bill Nevins and Kendall McCook on Kell Robertson
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June 11, Saturday, 2:00 to 4:00 Roundtable Discussion, “Person and Place”: the art of poetry in New Mexico
Bobby and Lee Byrd, Joseph Somoza, Larry Goodell, Margaret Randall, Barrett Price,
Heloise Wilson, John Crawford, and Anne MacNaughton.
June 12, Sunday 3:00 to 4:30 Poetry Reading
Joseph Somoza (Las Cruces) and Bobby Byrd (El Paso)
Host: Jim Fish, Vintner and Poet, The Anasazi Fields Winery in Placitas, NM

On Display: New Mexico Small Press and Magazine Exhibition 1965-2015
Art Exhibit: Jill Somoza, Lenore Goodell, and Barbara Byers

New Mexico Small Press and Magazine Exhibition 1965-2015
Larry Goodell, Duende and Fervent Valley
Margaret Randall, El Corno Emplumado
Bobby Byrd, From a Window
Joe Somoza Sin Fronteras and Puerto del Sol
Jim Koller, Coyoye’s Journal
Ward Abbot, Desert Review
Rio Grande Writers Conference, Voices from the Rio Grande
Ernest Tedlock, San Marcos Review
Gene Frumkin and Stanley Noyes, The Indian Rio Grande
Todd Dickson, Southwest Discoveries
Carl Mayfield, Margarine Maple Orangoutang Express
Glenna Luschei, Solo Café
William Oandasan, A: A Journal of Contemporary Literature
Annah Sobelman, The Taos Review
Colleen Mariah Rae, Santa Fe Literary Review
Kell Robertson, Desperado
Peter White and Lee Bartlett, American Poetry
Robert and Suzi Winson, Fish Drum
Jeanne Shannon, Blackberry
S.O.M.O.S. Chokecherries
Phillip Foss, Tyuonyi
David Johnson, Blue Mesa Review
Dale Harris, Central Avenue and Willow Street
Lisa Gill, Carol Lewis, Merimee Moffitt, Elaine Schwartz, and Karin Bradberry, The Rag
Jim Burbank and Sharon Niederman, Tarasque I, II
Gregory Smith, Atom Mind
John Macker, Desert Shovel
Jonathan Skinner, Ecopoetics
Gary Brower, Malpais Review
Kenneth Gurney, Adobe Walls
Billy Brown, Fixed and Free Poetry
Kathleen Johnson, New Mexico Poetry Review

Representative titles from the following presses:
La Alameda Press, Jeff and Cirrelda Bryan
West End Press, John Crawford
Cinco Puntos Press, Lee and Bobby Byrd
Wildflower Press, Jeanne Shannon
Red Mountain Press, Susan Gardener and R.D. Ross
Tres Chicas Press, Joan Logghe, Miriam Sagan, Renée Gregororio
Lightning Tree Press, Jene Lyon
Red Crane Books, Marianne and Michael O’Shaughnessy
Pennywhistle Press, Victor Di Suvero
Tooth of Time Books, John Brandi
Weaselsleeves Press, Janet Rodney
Grasshopper Press, Pat Bolles
Automatic Press, Jon Gill Bentley
San Marcos Press, Ernest Tedlock
Red Earth Press, Jane and Karl Kopp
Anonymous Owl Press, Carl Mayfield
Hawk Press, Jim Harris
Living Batch Press, Gus Blaisdel
Zerx Press, Mark Weber
Beatlick Press, Pamela Hirst
Swimming with Elephants, Katrina Guarascio
Vox Audio, Bruce Holsapple
University of New Mexico Press

“Tradition is an aspect of what anyone is now thinking—not what someone once thought. We make with what we have, and in this way anything is worth looking at.” Robert Creeley

The entire session is available now on Bandcamp:

Comments and Afterthoughts

Note from Steve Clay of Granary Books. “Have a wonderful weekend justly celebrating the great duende and the tradition of the poet/publisher in nm and beyond. I met Margaret Randall a couple of times in NYC — she gave a wonderful talk on El Corno.”
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Some reactions to the Duende Celebration. 
First right before the event I wrote to Bruce Holsapple,  “To me the mimeo revolution was a crucial and exciting launch.”
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Bruce Holsapple. “I think you’re correct about the mimeo revolution, and the community it fostered.  I’d add to that Don Allen’s anthology.  That community would be a great onversation in and of itself, don’t you think?  But the press legacy, as will be evident when the exhibit is up, would be everything spread out there, how everything changed as a result of those events.  Or that’s the way I had thought about it.  It’s really quite a stack of publications, if you follow me, generated largely in New Mexico, as being a kind of regional center:  La Alameda and Malpais, Red Crane Press, Red Mountain, Puerto del Sol, Tres Chicas, Tooth of Time, San Marcos Press, early issues of Blue Mesa, then add in Cinco Puntos, West End, Pennywhistle and the six or seven anthologies of New Mexicans.  It’s intriguing that this once also had a national scope, that the same writers, yourself included, appeared in national publications.  Something shifted in the 1980s, didn’t it?”
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After the Celebration, a note from Neil Nelson with the Ferlinghetti quote he’d noticed mentioning Kell Robertson.“Re: Kell: Ferlinghetti’s Time of Useful Consciousness 2012, p. 45 .
‘An adobe sun paints Route 66
Easy Riders over the asphalt
roar stoned into the sunset

.
Past Kell Robertson
beat cowboy poet drifter
with his beat-up guitar
and his weather-beat songs
on his Horse Called Desperation…’

Thar’s further proof of authenticity. Later, Neil”

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John Roche, who spoke about Janine Pommy-Vega in the morning session. “Congratulations, Bruce, on organizing a historic gathering! And thanks, Larry and John, for all your contributions to same.

I was thinking a bit more about the complicated question of Place as it relates to Greater New Mexico (Taos, Santa Fe, Placitas, Albuquerque, Las Cruces, El Paso, Tucson, maybe throw in Southern Colorado given Durango Festival and Drop City).

First off, the different cultures and poetic traditions inhabiting this place:

1. Pueblos going back thousands of years, with Diné arrival between 14th and 16th centuries A.D. and Apache arrival perhaps as early as 1200. Oral culture and then literature in English.

2. Norteño Hispanic culture based on land grants (with water rights) going back three centuries.

3. Early 20th century art colonies in Taos and Santa Fe: Mabel Dodge Luhan, D.H. Lawrence, Haniel Long, etc.

4. The Creeley Invasion, circa 1960.

5. The Hippie Invasion, circa 1970.

6. The Chicano Literary Renaissance of the 1970s and following decades.

7. The Taos Poetry Circus, 1982-2003?

8. The Slam Revolution reaches Albuquerque, circa 1990.

Obviously a one-day symposium couldn’t be expected to cover it all, even in brief. My understanding was that it was that as a celebration of the Duende Series it would naturally be heavy on  New American Poetry (re: Creeley/Olson/Ginsberg Invasion), with some attention to Chicano and Hispanic poets, Outlaw Poets, etc.

Larry joked afterwards that we’d had a Buffalo takeover, which might be rephrased as a Paterson/Mallorca/ Asheville/ New York/San Francisco/ Buffalo /Vancouver, Boulder takeover.

To what extent was N.A.P. a cultural invasion like the 1920s Art Colonies and to what extent was it a collaboration between local youths and transplants?

I’d like to see a day devoted more explicitly to the New American Poetry in New Mexico, its local transformations by Keith Wilson, Drum Hadley, Larry Goodell, Ed Dorn, etc., and its morphing into Ethnopoetics, Ecopoetics, etc. What is its relationship with Chicano Poetry, Slam, etc.? Where’s it headed? Are there young practitioners? Say, younger than Jonathan Skinner?”

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Bruce Holsapple, organizer of the Duende Celebration. “Did you want the short response, John, or the long response?   🙂 Just kidding! as the Navajo kids say.

I don’t quite share your orientation, as least yet!  I come at it from this angle:  People were correct today to mention D.H. Lawrence and Mabel Dodge as talking significantly about ‘place’ and New Mexico as a region, but I think it’s more useful to think of Black Mountain (Olson, Creeley, Dorn) and Williams, but also Marsden Hartley, whom I think was here before Dodge (1919), or maybe better, modernism, in terms of how we talk about place.  There was even something called (I think) the New Regionalism in the 1930s, related obliquely to the Agrarians, the more curious if you read the Agrarians as Modernists.

 What I’m curious about is the extent to which The New American Poetry and what Larry calls the mimeo revolution in effect created new poetry communities which then opened themselves to multi cultural approaches.  Larry posts a key essay by Gene Frumkin in which Gene states the “accomplishment” of having a new multi cultural poetry in New Mexico (c. 1970), that was not there when he arrived, and he and Stan Noyes sort of document that in the Indian Rio Grande.  Kendall McCook tossed out a comment on Ernest Tedlock–on whom Tedlock was reading at that time and so what influenced his decisions on San Marcos Press, which published the Indian Rio Grande–which supports this sort of modernist orientation.  (My views of modernism are bigger than most people’s–I recognize Olson thought he was post-modern.)  Larry talked about this same event today in terms of poetry festivals, if I understood him, when they became, in point of fact, multi cultural, and those festivals probably also were the outcome of that mimeo revolution.
There is almost never a single factor in cultural change, right? but I think it’s accurate to say the New American Poetry contributed significantly to these multi cultural poetries (re Simon Ortiz comment on the Beats and Margaret’s on Howl) and much of what has happened in New Mexico, at least up until the 1980s.  Then something shifts.
Are we talking within the same general area?
Bruce”
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John Roche. “Quite helpful, Bruce! I meant to include the Mimeo Revolution. A whole panel might be devoted to the relationship between the New American Poetry and the Mimeo Revolution. Are they synonymous?

 Interesting side note: a lot of the people who produced the Mimeo stuff also produced letter press and handmade art books. Which brings us back to the Arts and Crafts Movement as starting point for much of this, with Whitman’s disciples, free-thought advocates, anarchists, feminists, and various Bohemians going crazy between 1892 and 1917. Mabel’s in the thick of it in New York, Provincetown, and Santa Barbara, before moving to Taos in 1919, right around the time Kenneth Chapman and Edgar Hewitt and other ethnographers are teaching the Pueblos how to make merchandisable pots, etc.
Interesting you mention the 1930s New Regionalism. There was that tendency at Black Mountain College in the 50s, too, adherents of Mumford and Ralph Borsodi (like my good friend Martha Treichler and her late husband Bill, who ran the farm work program at BMC. They later taught organic farming in Colorado, Iowa, Vermont, became friends with the Nearings, etc.). There were a number of Quaker woodworkers and potters on the faculty, too, who came in after the Bauhaus Germans left and brought in a folk aesthetic.
The folk aesthetic versus the experimental aesthetic. Always in tension. Think of the initial disdain between jazz poets and folksingers often sharing the same coffeehouse venues. But the tremendous syntheses, too: Dylan, Hendrix, The Fugs.
And we only touched today on the connection between the Socialist Realist writers (Meridel Le Sueur, Woody Guthrie, Langston Hughes, Tom McGrath, Muriel Rukeyser, Lola Ridge, the early Vincent Ferrini, etc.) and the New American Poetry.
Agreed about the multi-cultural shift in SW poetry. Were there similar shifts in other places the New American Poetry took root?
John”
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Larry Goodell. “name me poets who are not in-fluxed and influenced by ‘place’ . . .

in fact all artists are to varying degrees . . . they talked about it at the Vancouver Poetry Festival ’63 [and I was obsessed by it afterward . . . especially driving back to New Mexico from Vancouver.]

 I think the Projective Verse Essay (1950) and New American Poetry (1960) are convenient ground breakers (speaking of ‘place’) . . .
(plus San Francisco Renaissance namely Howl in 1955) there’s yr 100 year mark . . .

so 100 years after Leaves of Grass (1855) we have the big shift that breaks the academic ice of the Eliot freeze . . .

 of course there are lots of writers before but none as much of an American cur as (in our area) Judson Crews (Waco-Taos) for instance . . .
our natives like Ortiz (top of my list) Wilson (2 tops of the list) McCord (El Paso), Baca (later) Littlebird, Leo Romero, Luci Tapohanso they come rushing on and gather importance . . .
as some directly connected to Creeley and Friends or at least beat to their senses by Beats . . .
The first half of the duende celebration is ready to upload tomorrow morning on Bandcamp . . .
love to all, larry”
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Bruce Holsapple. “I concede all poems are influenced by place, but they certainly don’t speak of (or to) place in the same way.  And I think I’d eventually separate in my mind where I distinguish place from context.  I’m entwined by Williams (still, the book is fresh in my head) and he approached place as a deliberate project, pen in hand.  So he was talking about attention and intention.  I suspect Creeley’s comments (in the Allen anthology) and Dorn’s essay (“What I See in the Maximus Poems”) are talking about place as involving relationship, rethinking place and making the relation deliberate.  With Keith’s work, what I was trying to get at yesterday, he starts out talking about the Korean War and writes as if he was from Maryland or wherever (Graves Registry), but at a special point in time it begins to matter to Keith that he is living in New Mexico with very specific references or points of ‘contact’ (Williams’ word).  I suspect that becomes the way he thinks about the poem.

See y’all soon.

Bruce”
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More comments coming in. Add yours!
larry goodell
Duende Celebration: Poetry Readings, Art, New Mexico
Small Press Exhibit, Talks and Panel Discussions, 2016
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Warren Tallman: “Poets in Vancouver” (1963)

Vancouver Poetry Festival of 1963 was a Shindig of the first sort, a Conference if you will, a life saver and changer.

Aaron Vidaver

Introduction and Notes by Aaron Vidaver

In light of new interest in the 1963 Vancouver Poetry Conference and Robert McTavish’s forthcoming film The Line Has Shattered, I’ve reviewed my research from 1997-1999 and started to dig around again. Below is what I believe to be an unpublished essay by Warren Tallman written in the fall after the conference. It was prepared for an international audience (an editorial note in a margin of the typescript asks him to explain who Margaret Avison is: “who’s she? (This to be read by readers in several countries)”) although there is no indication of the venue. Since there are only passing descriptions of the conference in his two books—as “month-long poetry klatsch” (1976: 183) [1973], “month long Götterdämmerung poetry klatsch” (1992: 205) [1985] and “gathering of the Romantic clan” (1992: 230) [1986]—this piece provides a missing account.

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Poets In Placitas – links – March 12, 2016

 

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Bob Creeley, Bobbie Creeley (Louise Hawkins), Ron Bayes (visiting), Sara & Kate Creeley, neighbor kid and me (1964)

Robert Creeley    https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/robert-creeley Start anywhere, go everywhere . . .

Bobbie Louise Hawkins took these home movies from 1962 to 1965. http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Hawkins-Creeley.html

Allen Ginsberg at the Thunderbird
https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/allen-ginsberg-in-albuquerque-at-the-thunderbird-bar-at-the-san-felipe-feast-day-corn-dance-1967-2/

Charlie Vermont, a poet from New York
https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2014/01/16/charlier-vermont-heres-the-story/

Thunderbird Bar Intimate History https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2015/05/12/thunderbird-bar-intimate-history-2/ Notice that there are 3 links at the end of this blog post to 3 interviews I did with the friends who were integral to the Thunderbird in its heyday (it went through several stages). Some of the interviews are chaotic, some repetitious but I did the best I could preserving what was on tape.

Thunderbird Flight http://larrygoodell.blogspot.com/2012/02/thunderbird-flight-for-t-bird-show.html Just a poem of mine. And a song I wrote about remember the T-Bird. http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_songInfo.cfm?bandID=1014013&songID=12311636&showPlayer=true

Ann Quin https://www.facebook.com/Ann-Quin-372495999441/?ref=hl This is Ann’s own blog which she continues long after her death. Ann was a pal and continued to be a pal to me and Lenore for as long as she lived.

Ken Irby, A Memento https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2015/11/03/ken-irby-a-memento-by-larry-goodell/ A great mind, a great poet with music always in his writing.

John Moritz Broadside for Ken Irby 1976 https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/john-moritz-broadside-for-ken-irby-1976/

Judy Grahn http://www.judygrahn.org/ Judy brought light to us here in Placitas before she went to the West Coast and illuminated common women for everybody.

Bill Pearlman’s Inzorbital  https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2014/10/31/inzorbital-by-bill-pearlman-reviewed-by-john-brandi/  “In the ambiguous warmth of a Solar Dome, Inzorbital, condensing madness into fury, scrawled a blazing script under the towering influence of Fervent Mountain.” In Placitas 1967-72, then again from ’92 to 2003.

David Franks  https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/david-franks-in-memory-of-david-some-postcards/   Andrei Codrescu remembers David for NPR  http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=123747163
I want to say a prayer
For all that has been given
All that has been received, It is said
They are all the same.
100 bluebirds swarmed the back yard.
David Franks

Kell Robertson  http://kellrobertson.outlawpoetry.com/2012/03/14/larry-goodell-remembering-kell/  This appeared in Malpais Review.

A Few Notes Concerning My Friend Stephen Rodefer (1940-2015)
https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2015/11/09/a-few-notes-concerning-my-friend-stephen-rodefer/  Thanks to Steve we did a major reading/performance tour in the 70’s.

Latif Harris  https://larrygoodell.wordpress.com/2015/05/08/duende-press-resurfaces-with-barter-within-the-bark-of-trees-by-latif-harris/ Bill Harris edited my first book Cycles. The Berkeley Poetry Conference changed his life (1965) since he came out here to study with Bob Creeley and . . .

Laurie Macrae A very Placitasy poem: http://www.dukecityfix.com/profiles/blogs/the-sunday-poem-laurie-macrae-the-reason-we-wear-our-baseball
and
http://www.dukecityfix.com/profiles/blogs/the-sunday-poem-laurie-macrae-roosevelt-park-theory-and-practice

Zocalo Theater in Bernalillo
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150342943765735.348494.663255734&type=1&l=48513a203c

Gary Brower http://malpaisreview.com/Issues.html Utterly amazing ongoing journal of poetry only. From Placitas, yes.

Poet & Artist Friends – Part 1
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.377782895734.158454.663255734&type=1&l=20b2aab776

Poet & Artist Friends – Part 2
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10153061028885735.1073741958.663255734&type=1&l=8eb1478378

Related: Flyers for events at the Living Batch Bookstore are mostly here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/larrygoodell/sets/72157637605719694/

Retrack, retrail in Placitas after Vancouver ’63 for me http://www.larrygoodell.com/#!untitled/masterpage_7

Artspace article about my works premiered at the Thunderbird and in Albuquerque: https://issuu.com/larrygoodell/docs/artspace_1976_larry/1

Note: From the 2009 Literary Heritage of Placitas event at Anasazi Fields Winery, part of the Duende Poetry Series there are so far two recordings available online: Lisa Gill reading from selections of Bobbie Louise Hawkins, and Art Goodtimes belting out Creeley’s Ballad of a Despairing Husband.

Please write me with suggestions, links, comments . . . larrynewmex@gmail.com and many thanks to John Roche and the Placitas Community Library for arranging the Poets In Placitas events on March 12, 2016.

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Peggy Pond Church & Florence Hansen McCarty to Larry

Two women writers react to my sending them poems. First is the renowned Peggy Pond Church (1903-1986) in Santa Fe. I’d been sending her copies of duende magazine in the early 60’s . . .
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Peggy Pond Church, 1964 letter to Larry
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What a fine letter with a big measure of absorbed truth. Her liking Creeley and Levertov convinced me she’s probably right. Is there a built in stricture of “communication” in the words that blew up in my face and became poems? Of course my wild daring-do is part of my nature and has been since reaching puberty in Roswell, New Mexico.

Now a letter from a part of the extended William and Luella McCarty family, true pioneers whose notable family origin was in Clyde, Kansas. Nine children including my grandmother. Florence McCarty was married to one of them and wrote stories and articles most of her life, and I’m the warmly appreciative possessor of her letters to my Grandma Goodell, Aunt Virginia and others in the family.

Florence McCarty articles 1990 and 1992

Two historical biographical books by Florence McCarty. The arrow on the right indicates where she lived in Creede, Colorado

From Florence McCarty, Writer, in Glendale, Arizona (married to my Grandmother Goodell’s brother Lorin McCarty)
July 7, 1988
Dear Larry & Lenore

Thanks for Seven Sonnets. I must admit it tries to introduce me to a kind of poetry I do not understand.

We, you and I, are 3 generations apart. Longfellow and I have always been good friends. His Evangeline is my style.

I have caught up to Haiku and Cinquains but yours is different.
I think I am too dense to grasp it. Surely “Even” indicates some thoughts I fail to grasp. [“Even” is one of the sonnets I sent. You can see all the sonnets (songnets) here.]

Don’t think I am criticizing. I have belonged to groups studying all kinds of writing. Poetry has been passed along to be read. Some people exclaim fervently. Others just stare and quickly pass the paper on. I dropped into a poetry class at the Univ. of Colo. and couldn’t understand a thing, so soon ducked out. Really, I’d like to know what I’m missing. My mind can’t seem to catch what to others may be a real find –

I wish I could have met you –

Sincerely,

Florence       (over)

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(next page)
I have read other stuff* of yours – Placitas etc. and like it. I can tune in on it. I’d really like to see more. It’s thought-provoking, really meaty I’d say.

We have 6 small books of poetry written by women poets in Sun City. They are tops – in Who’s Who in several categories. Rarely a day passes that I do not open one of these books. Poetry is indeed the highest art. A few words can often change my day. These gals write sonnets, haikus, cinquains and odes – probably passé to you.

I think you and I are much alike – full of words, and bursting at the seams. I just have to write! For 6 years I ghost wrote boys’ books, for another author. We wrote together from outlines he made. Used same characters. It was a series. He paid by the word (not much). When he died in 1947 my contract still had 3 years to go. His heirs weren’t interested so contract was canceled. He had made a fortune in the English Text Book field, retired and started the series as a hobby project. Most colleges in U.S. used his textbooks in the twenties. I don’t know what happened to books we wrote together. It doesn’t matter. He paid me per contract, and I did enjoy writing. His pen names was Steve Jones.

Florence
*Steve Jones and I always called our writing “stuff.” Most writers do.
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Dear Florence.

Yes we could have had, we could have had . . . such enriching conversations at least for me, but the spaces of the West can spread people out, spread families out.

My love and appreciation goes out to the memory of these women and I do take to heart what is expressed in these two personal items.

Here is a review of To Catch a Star.

Larry Goodell / Placitas, New Mexico / December 28, 2015

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