Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Thankgiving


ThanksgivinG


My first day unencumbered
in weeks. Having Cloud Acre's 

million willow maze all to myself
after radical middle politicking up

in Telluride. Warm jacket weather
Walking Simba, Mary’s rescue dog

she gifted us – a tough little Chow 
who loves to run free. But

in irrigated cattle & sheep fields
dogs at large don’t live long

Above us the trimmed cuticle of
a moon barely visible in the west

I’m tending to her leash
from our barrow ditch path 

drinking in all there is to think
when she smells something

across the blacktop & lunges
onto the county road just

as a speeding pickup races
over the hill. Itki’s all I can do

to dig my feet in & tug her
back to safety. Giving thanks

for saving Simba, for memories
of Mary, for a blue sky Colorado day

& for all those on the team
in this tug-of-war world




ART GOODTIMES








 

Sunday, November 20, 2022

Captain Barefoot






Baking


Foolish. Fearless 

In discussion heshe often 

grabs hold an idea

& dumps itki into the mix

First thought. Best guess


Only upon reflection

just as often backtracks

Flips the dial

Listens to wise women

The menus of smart men


Open as any expert

to the brilliant divergent 

messiness of mistakes

essential to 

success


Chaff 

to winnow

Shell to yolk

To make a better 

bread


Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Telluride Science

 





Telluride Science


-for Sara



The air is wild with leaves

as gusts announce an early fall storm


Beyond the Valley Floor

lightnings’ silver filigrees thread

the darkening western weave

of massed West End nimbostratus


We sip libations to toast 

& celebrate the latest re-do

of the Rio Grande Southern depot

into a center of cutting edge science


Telluride’s 

untracked tourist-plus locomotive 

charging full-STEM ahead 

into a fact-based lane-changing 

interstellar panarchtopia


Thursday, October 6, 2022

Pandora's Amphora #4

 Original Thinkers Hosts Big Ideas



FILM ... I came to Telluride because of the festivals. First, it was the Film Fest. My seminary buddy Craig Chapot was involved, and I’d heard about some of the early classics balanced with cutting edge cinema. I was enthralled, having been a film buff in San Francisco – a regular at the old Canyon Cinematique at the San Francisco Art Institute ... Gradually, as I came to love mountain life more than Hollywood versions of reality, I got involved with Mountainfilm. I loved when Rick Silverman took the helm and moved the schedule towards more than just climbing films and extreme sports – herding us into social justice and the full spectrum of mountain life. For many years l emcee’d at the Mason’s Hall – an intimate venue with a dedicated crew ... I was sorry to see Rick leave the fest, but I loved the way David Holbrooke curated movies. He knew great filmmakers and brought a rich feast of film to Telluride. When he too left Mountainfilm, I was sad. But I was also getting disenchanted with the frenetic pace of both film festivals, where you were rushing from one theater to the next, waiting in long lines, always it seemed missing many of the films you wanted to see ... So, I was delighted when David pioneered a new kind of festival – Original Thinkers -- where you got to see all the offerings and had time to integrate what you’d seen, to discuss and take to heart big ideas.

STORY & COMMUNITY ... As one of my mentors told me early on, the poets of the time are our filmmakers. They create the stories and myths that inform our dreams, our conversations -- against which we measure our lives ... When I see a great film, I need time to assimilate it into my life. To reflect on it and discuss it with others. Original Thinkers allows exactly that. There’s only a handful of films. But not just films but great films. And there’s more. Yoga. Forest hikes. Tea ceremonies. Plenty of opportunities to make the stories one’s own ... It’s no mistake that Original Thinkers begins with a dinner for all participants. There’s no better way to jump-start community than eating together, turning strangers into a kind of film family. This year’s dinner was two long long tables in the Transfer Warehouse. I got to sit with two of the Janes who made Chicago history in the ‘70s illegally providing abortions for women at risk pre-Roe v. Wade. And I made fast friends with John Bates   -– trading his best-selling handbook on Ted Talking for my chapbook of Lone Cone poems.


BIG IDEAS ... So, for me, it’s the takeaways that matter most at festivals. What did I learn? What can I used in my life? ... Cancer kept me from enjoying many of the first few years of OT. But I remember one talk by David Quammen speaking of his New York Times bestseller, The Tangled Tree: A Radical New History of Life that changed my understanding of biology. I bought the book, read about Carl Woese and Lynn Margulis, and came to see horizontal gene transfer as the biological game changer that it is. That big idea has stayed with me for years and now informs my understanding of how life has developed ... Of course, singling out one idea is almost heresy, as there are so many. But that’s the beauty of the event. You get to focus on the big idea that strikes you ... Free from cancer, I got to attend most of the programming this year. And this year’s smorgasbord of films and happenings took my breath away. But it was the first film that made the biggest impression on me, “Of Medicine and Miracles.” Ross Kaufman is a master director. And the documentary’s “star” was as humble as he is brilliant. By matching the life & death struggle of a young woman facing acute leukemia and a research physician driven by good fortune and intention to figure out a cure for this deadly disease, the audience rides a roller coaster of emotion – from sadness to empathy to hope. It’s a story that had me in tears more than once ... And I came away with the big idea that with persistence and good fortune, using non-intuitive techniques, like employing HIV virus to carry activated T-cells into the bloodstream of patients, cancer can be cured ... Of course, that’s only one small piece of web of big ideas, great films and energizing events that made up this year’s festival. Personally, I can’t wait until next year.


photo by Jonathan Thompson

DOLORES LACHAPELLE ... This Silverton wise woman -- author, independent scholar, deep ecologist, mountain climber with a number of first ascents, and a legendary powder skier named to the Ski Hall of Fame -- has been dead for over a decade. Because she wasn’t associated with any university or institution, her books are out of print and her name has faded into obscurity. But thanks to Jen Brill of the Silverton Ski Area and Ananda Foley, executor of the LaChapelle estate, held a mini-summit last month to try and revive Dolores’ legacy. A small working group of friends heard from Clare Menzel of Montana, who’s done a MA thesis on Dolores; Steven J. Meyers, author, fine photographer, senior lecturer in English at Ft. Lewis College and an old friend of Dolores; and Katrina Blair, author, founder of Turtle Lake Refuge in Durango, and another old friend of Dolores. 

MASS MOVEMENT ... I had the good fortune to catch the Telluride Dance Collective's "Mass Movement: Rebirth" show at the Palm Oct. 6th. It was dazzling! I was completely blown away at the talent in our community. Wonderful choreography. Spectacular movement. By turns innovative, thrilling, funny. It even included outrageous aerial silk dancing ... Kudos to Kelsey Trottier and her whole troupe.

TALKING GOURD ... I’m not usually a poet who writes in form. I like the freedom to explore language without traditional boundaries. But Dolores always urged her students (which included Katrina Blair and I) to lie down under the aspen in the fall and look up at the sky through the golden leaves. We did this when we were in Silverton. And I found myself using a Persian poetic form of a praise poem:

Ghazal for Katrina


I profess the religion of love;
wherever its caravan turns along the way,
that is the belief,
the faith I keep
 -Ibn al-Arabi


For the love of the divine in everything
I lie among the golden leaves to sing

In the azure sky there’s no limits or endings
Our words like clouds obedient to the wind’s bendings

Sprawled with a friend among the aspen we sing
Our hearts wild as kites upon a string

Attached to fingers & toes of free mind at play
Praising passed friends and the passing day

On mats of leavefall that inspire what we sing
Lifting our voices like evening bells that ring

At dusk in Silverton to clothe the caldera in prayer
As we make afternoon ritual of the lyric air

With my sister teacher friend in contrapuntal witnessing
Honoring Dolores’ deepest gold as we sing





Wednesday, October 5, 2022

In Our Circle of Community

 


Essential

            —for Art Goodtimes
 
 
When I was clay,
was mud, was
slurry, was sludge,
he said, Fly,
beautiful bird,
high and low.
When I was
nothing, he said,
I am honored
to be your friend.
When there was
nothing to be said,
he sat with me.
We breathed in
deep sadness.
We breathed out love.
All around us,
the grass grew.
Inside, I felt it,
as if his words
were prophecy,
I knew it,
the possibility
of wings.

-Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Sunday, September 18, 2022

Goodbye Laurie James

Photo by Wendy Videlock

Ma Tana

Laurie James (1947-2022)

The last time I stopped at your Salida digs
jonesing for a Ma Tana hug
you were gone

As you are now
in a hospital’s ICU

Even as Dano, Wends & I made plans
for a lightning nomad poets’ lark
to hug & help you off into
that mystery 
that’s coming for us too

Denied a face-to-face
we can only call you up
in our dark hearts bright minds

A fearless gentle cantankerous kind
of mountain goddess
we held dear

Hold even dearer now
in death’s embrace

 

Sunday, September 4, 2022

Pandora's Amphora #3

 Ed Werner's Off the Wall Sculpture Show


OFF THE WALL ... Ed Werner was one of the first folks I met in Telluride. In fact, I held my first poetry reading in Telluride while house-sitting his and Lisa's rental in town on North Spruce Street. And later the old Telluride Writer's Guild put on a gala poetry event in Fall Creek at his home there ... 



But he moved to Ridgway when he and Lisa split up and has been living there for the last couple decades ... His sculptures have always been challenging pieces -- well made but full of irony and sometimes dark energies... 




His recent show at the Trace Gallery in Ridgway was no different. Less new pieces and more things he's pulled from his collection of pieces he's had in storage for many years. But nevertheless impressive.







I've always loved his work for his critique of American culture and his precision fabrication skills. For many years he did fine carpentry in Telluride and the region from his workshop in Fall Creek.  More photos from his show appear at the end of this column.


CHILE VOTES NO ... Itki was a sad day for progressives in Chile as the country overwhelmingly voted down a new Constitution to replace the one crafted by the dictator Gen. Pinochet and, unfortunately, still now in effect after this election. Read what the Guardian of Britain had to say about itki HERE.

QUOTABLE ... "My favorite definition of poetry has always been from Ezra Pound: 'language charged with meaning.' slightly repurposed from ABC of Reading; packing twice, maybe ten times as much into as many words as the party smalltalk line. A poet might use tropes and allusions to accomplish this, but ultimately the most powerful tool they can use is the musical sound of the words themselves" ... By Colorado poet Uche Ogbuji, from his newsletter, Loomiverse 

TALKING GOURD ... Found this lovely poem online at Silver Birch Press’s “How To Heal the Earth” series. Mistakes are how we learn and Mary McCarthy does both in a most moving way. We had a passionflower vine at one of the houses I lived at as a youth. It is a stunningly beautiful plant. Find out more about Silver Birch Press HERE.

Gulf Fritillary on Passionflowers (Photo by Gwillhickers).

MY MISTAKE


When an army of hungry

orange and black caterpillars

stripped bare half

my passion flower vine

almost overnight

I saw nothing but

their ravenous appetite

their warning armor

of black spikes.

I pulled them off

one by one 

the way I would pluck

big green hornworms

from my tomato plants,

and crush them with

a booted foot.

Too late I learned

these were the larva

of the Gulf Fritillary

butterfly, a beauty,

and passion flower vine

not merely its favorite

but its only host.

How could I refuse them

their necessary food

after planting milkweed

for the monarchs,

shunning pesticides

and fertilizers,

learning to love

those humble plants

whose virtues go unnoticed

because they are not showy?

I had no excuse

for extermination,

doubly wrong

because even this hungry army

can only curb, not end

the rampant growth

of its chosen host

limiting its kudzu ambitions

enough to allow recovery–

While my murderous efficiency

could upset the essential

balance, worm and vine,

lives so absolutely

intertwined.

Mary McCarthy is a retired Registered Nurse who has always been a writer. Her work has appeared in many journals and anthologies, most recently in The Plague Papers, edited by Robbi Nester, The Ekphrastic World, edited by Lorette Luzajic, the latest issue of Earth’s Daughters and Third Wednesday. She has been a Best of the Net and a Pushcart nominee. Her digital chapbook is available as a free download from Praxis magazine.




Meredith Nemirov facing camera and her artist partner Jorge  Roberto Anchondo on the far right  were among the many attendees at the Trace Gallery for Ed Werner's show during Ridgway's First Friday Art Walk.