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Larry Goodell

Larry was born in Roswell, NM in 1935 and has lived in Placitas, NM since '63. He studied poetry at USC and with Robert Creeley in NM, went to the Vancouver Poetry Conference of '63 to study with Olson, Ginsberg, Duncan, Whalen, went to the Berkeley Poetry Conference in '65, and married photographer/artist Lenore Goodell in '68. He founded Duende Press in '64 followed by Fervent Valley. He fabricated then staged his first event poems at the Thunderbird Bar in Placitas and at UNM. In 1972 he toured the country doing poetry performances with Stephen Rodefer. He's organized readings for Downtown Saturday Night, the Rio Grande Writers Association, the Central Torta Series, Albuquerque United Artists, and for many years the Living Batch Bookstore. More recently Silva's Saloon and the ongoing Duende Poetry Series. His Here On Earth is available from La Alameda Press. He is one of two recipients of the 2013 Gratitude Award from New Mexico Literary Arts. For more information about his online work see http://about.me/larrygoodell

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This Gang of the Rich

07. October 2013

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By Larry Goodell

Our country is frozen in the filthy rich pit of a cultish Republicanism, a bunch of sick coyotes yakking the same chorus, “Kill to Win,” “Pray God for Stagnation.” “We’ll drown you in our own filth of hatred for the poor, the down trodden, the impotent, the sick, the helpless children and stressed families, the out of work, the over-burdened, the unserved, the abandoned class of the dwindling mainstream, screw you!”...

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Weekly Poem: Nature is Inevitable

22. July 2013

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By Larry Goodell

 

 

Don’t think about what’s inevitable, give it corn.
Give it a pint of cow dung, give it your underwear.
Not everything that’s inevitable is
You think the world’s coming to an end, give it the finger.
After all you’re not killing anyone, you’re not executing.
You’re just commenting. You have a right to choose what you say.
I’ve come back from the costume of my past & I’m inevitable.
And I’m not causing a little girl with flaming arm crying for help
to face the future you’ve given her: the power-mongers who
stick money up their ass & fart gas, are —
causing this war against the spirit, this war against the Earth
this war against the god of my parents...

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