In Good Hands – Election Poem 2018

(Hear this poem read here.)

It’ll get out of hand if you hand it over to a cruel hand.
They’re waiting in the shadows to dust your future with disaster.
And then you cough and come down with lung rot.
Or simply die untended with cancer or simply die unattended with cancer.
Healthcare is a right and not a privilege of the privileged
who have no interest in your rights and would assume you have none.
For isn’t it a club as they try to get to the club of the club of the clubs
and more of them make it while the earth of everyone what we used to call the masses
are their debris for their wealth must be strangled out of something
mainly you and me, the cocksie Koch’s are cockless about what’s going on
their think tanks can be run by only so many people – they forget the bees
yes the busy bees of persistence, dedication perseverance passion
insistence millions of little bees the whole alphabet of resistance
for what is right, common sense, commonality, non-party insistence on the good
the eruption of care, yes care for others, not do as thou wilt
but do unto others what you would have them do unto you
or have you forgotten, you stupid you, with all your brains narrowed into conniving
you forget the bees, we bees work together and we butterflies, you forget the butterflies
we’re in flocks and we can move great distances as well as be beautiful at home
you forget the wolves, hey we’re growing in numbers
and we’re good predators for preserving the balance of nature
and you idiot buffoons in your gold-plated pantaloons
forget all the migrating birds, we move openly and mysteriously
great distances following the patterns of nature
have you heard of the patterns of nature, have you even heard of Nature
I didn’t say despoiling I didn’t say poisoning, corrupting, dominating
destroying raping exhausting, misusing, fraking and generally fucking everything up
I said patterns of Nature, Nature undominated but cooperated with
as the Earth itself presents solutions – Nature, Mother Nature, Father Sun
the Moon Magician and the Universe of Stars Galaxies of Higher Powers
cockeyed cockamania corporations of calculated accumulation
massive power of the few, you few are few – watch out for the ants
the ants working everywhere millions and millions, ants here
ants there, ants everywhere crawling up your legs to bite
your you know what and you can’t stop us we’re at the
polls we’re in the voting polls, we’re better known as the populace –
we’re everything you’ve ever not wanted to happen
and sooner or later your manipulating the vote gets overwhelmed with
the rush and flood and tsunami of the popular, who really won the last election?
We more than exist – we sing, we create, we make scientific discoveries
we do business with everybody we’re every color of the rainbow and then some
we’re into the commons and we demand that the billions going into the military be accounted for, heard of public accounting?
Not for greed & war, but for good
and the millions going into our common needs be encouraged in schools, government, roads bridges internet education – and fun
till the commons is again common, and common sense prevails
teachers scientists artists respected
living wage workers’ unions listened to, co-ops building, private business flourishing, green and all color industries prospering
sane laws kicking out assault weapons, national buy back of guns
cutting violence and boosting mental care, law-abiding hunters
and fishers and conservationists valued, women’s voices heard and
believed and the addictions to hate & drugs turning into addictions
of compassionate love, we bees we butterflies we birds we wolves
we ants, we native plants, we cooperative humans flowering,
we sunflowers along every road in America, backyards and fields,
not only are we along the roads, we’re in the roads, driving and walking colorful attending, we the engaged populace standing up everywhere
turning away lies and celebrating truth
open minds bound to free speech, and separation of church & state,
every woman and man born equal under law & love
peace of mind and health of mind & body joining hands
joining hands with civility, a new name in our honor – we might as well sing let
freedom ring.

I voted today (2018_10_22 21_38_51 UTC)

Larry Goodell / Placitas, New Mexico / October 29, 2018

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Marc Maron on the Living Batch

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Living batch statement

A flyer Pancho Elliston sent me – unknown source (so far).

Many articles about the Batch! .    .    .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .(Yes I did work there in and out.)

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Robert Creeley Handouts UNM 1962

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New Scan593Of course these aren’t all the pages we talked about in Robert Creeley’s English 121 course but they are among the few I still have. I’d heard him read from For Love directly to Bobbie Creeley in the Adobe Theater in Old Town, Albuquerque, but became acquainted with him in this class. Hank Chapin (who published Bluegrass & first published me) and Bill Dodd (who I published in a duende) were in this classThen I went to the Vancouver Poetry Conference thanks to Bob’s urging, and immediately after started duende, moving to Placitas from Albuquerque about the same time the Creeleys did (1963), a wonderful coincidence.

It was that Wollensak (and I do believe wire) recorder he brought to class from which we heard his interviews with Duncan, Dorn, Olson, McClure, Zukofsky, Levertov? and, by way of the visiting Jonathan Williams, Basil Bunting . . . I think some of the tapes he had came from his interview program on KHFM  “The Single Ear,” the Albuquerque classical station, where they were aired. But then in his home in the Village we listened to all the way from Kurt Schwitters to an interview with Ezra Pound to Frank Zappa. I have cassette dubs of a few of these still at home since I haven’t yet arranged to send my media stuff to Yale.

Addendum:

Bob Creeley saved my life. The WCW-Olson-Creeley-etc. voices broke through my word glut, and as embarrassing as it is, here’s a bit of how he helped . . .

Christo lg Creeley suggestions

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PC Creeley come to Vancouver

Gratefully,
larry goodell / placitas, new mexico

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New Mexico and Beyond – New Poetry

 

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Thank You Meredith Rice

https://larrygoodell.blogspot.com/2017/03/thank-you-meredith-rice.html

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

From my wife and love of 49 years, Lenore Goodell, her photograph and words.
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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