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(Larry reading this poem which is fun to make & do: disk 18", hole abt 7", put copy of poem & directions on back) |
The Disturbed Hiatus
Right in the middle of everything he dropped everything (drop & catch)
Until everything was the Sun turning around the Moon
And then the planets turning around the Sun
Until everything was everything again
And he picked it up and looked at it
It was a disturbed hiatus, a nervous pause (shake it)
A vibration in space, a tingling in the fingertips
It was himself in the very middle of himself
His navel, a bagel, a doughnut, a hole (hold over mouth)
He played with himself there until he
Dropped it again (drop & catch)
And he rolled around it and expanded into space
On one side and another. (hand on one side then another)
He was in the middle he was in the middle (hand framed thru hole)
He was in the middle he was in the middle
Threatening to be connected again that's why he was nervous
(stick hand out thru hole, retract)
Threatening to be connected again that's why he was nervous
(stick hand out thru hole, retract)
Threatening to be connected again. (stick hand way out thru hole)
larry goodell / placitas, new mexico / mid 60's
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simply part of the poem
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poet's side with poem attached
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| on the wall is Bruce Lowney's lithograph of the hill we see out our north window |
The Hill
the hill that comes up thru the Calendar is the tip of me rooting down
planting in the planning the divisions of labor
how do I find the key to fit his pleasure wanting more as
more sinks out under me & the Hill in arch time piñon & juniper
rises thru the slow breakage of the crafty art scene
tearing those curtains down
exposing bare windows & the apocryphal dawn the hill behind the house
the house behind the man the man behind the garden
the garden in the village
the hill behind the village the morning that we share carrying off with the hill
the petroglyphs that climb the ridges of those hills & meet where
the dawn vision meets with the clan the eye where men meet
in ships from the mother ship
in stormings of the border in blue space union
& fight die spill down washes all apart
& meets to come up with the hill in rising morning
the man behind her wandering where
she gave us all the pleasure to know in her stroke cupped hand is it
arm of God
covered with the fine hair where I see him stirring
larger than the life I live entering it
to come where I carrying her float in the middle the calendar surrounds &
turns from the hill down doorways out the garden door adobe
in & out her lock pleasure & key the hill goes knowing out the village & me
the man in wide band follows out the messages out of the book &
into her hand.
larry goodell / placitas, new mexico / Spring 1973 / from The Book of Ometeotl,
last performance book in the Ometeotl Trilogy . . .Bruce Lowney did this lithograph
of the hill when he was living in Placitas . . .
of the hill when he was living in Placitas . . .
You can't have a donut without the whole, or a doughnut without its circumference.
ReplyDeleteSo true, a truism without a hole and yet a whole truism.
Deletewithout the hole there could be no connection so it's infinitely more useful than a flat disk, it do seem to me . . .
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