As If the World Really Mattered
Art Goodtimes is legendary along
the Sourthern Rockies as poet, performer, ritualist, Rainbow Tribe
and Green Party activist. In her introduction, deep ecologist
Dolores LaChapelle describes him as part of the bardic tradition
which shows us how nature and human consciousness are but
different aspects of one consciousness. Bards put mind and body
together within the whole of nature. In As If the World
Really Mattered, we find poems which joyfully expound on the natural
world and our relationship to it. Lyrical but root essential,
Goodtimes speaks as one of the ancient storytellerswise
and sly. These poems could have been sung underground in the caves
of Lascaux or atop a rock in a sacred grove. Political at heart,
Goodtimes opposes the alienation of industrial culture from our
interdependent life on earth. Much of his work has only been published
in chapbooks, broadsides, bundles, and various ephemera,
this is his first major collection.
Poet Tree, as my friend Kush would say, with all its rich
history/herstory, springs from storytelling. It is an art that
allows us humans to speak, not just for ourselves but for the
world around us in all its illusive facets poor matchstick,
poppycock, immortal diamond. For me, poetrys simplicite
is its charm. No techno gimmicks, celluloid tricks. No dazzling
mechanical arrays. Just voice expressed as language, that
tantalizingly accessible chameleon whose shape runs the gamut
from the mundane to the divine, from the idiotic to the elegant.
from the authors Preface.
If youve ever heard Art Goodtimes
in full voice, you can bring that resounding onto these pages.
If this is your first Artful moment, which I doubt since everybody
knows Art, youre in for delight. The names Blake, Hopkins,
and Snyder come to mind, and the mind here is a vast outdoors
of heart-intellect. I read the notes and Intro first because
I couldnt resist. I emerge from the attendant poems under
the influence, my consciousness lifted to places I needed to
go, big time, thanks to Goodtimes.
Poet, shaman, artist and activist, Art Goodtimes gives us poems
that are precise and generous and true. They sing and bring
us new marvels of understanding. Some poets work inside the
tradition, others outside. Art Goodtimes is one of those rare
maker poets that help define a fresh, evolving tradition. These
are songs of Earth and our human condition that lift as they
illuminate. They serve a larger purpose: the encounter of the
real, the sacred and the moment. In the splendid mess we call
human, Art Goodtimes catches the heart-wood we all
need. He gives voice and song and poem to the wilderness of
possibility rising. He reinvents and makes it new. You are holding
poems of authentic engagement. Goodtimes knows a growing thing
when he feels it, and has the skill to help it grow into your
ear and heart and mind.
Huzzah! Important to have Art Goodtimes collected work
elegantly in handan ecstatic basket of intricate, ambidextrous
poems! His place-passionate poetry roars in on a polyphonic
resonant frequencybold harmonics, lit by fierce, tender
intelligence, reverb con brio. This is audacious, plumed, lucid,
and lyrical wildmind writing shaped by uplift and running strong
as snowmelt. These are poems that praise and rail and shimmer;
ancient & au courant, erudite and faithful; re-voicing the
broken, disappeared and forgotten. All honors to Art Goodtimes,
one of our great bardic rememberers, singer of the San Juan
songlines, peaceforger, heroic worker bee, potato farmer, whose
poetry most definitely matters.
Some books tell us what we dont know; this book reminds
us of what we may have forgotten or come to ignore, the mystery
of deep current hinted at by a slow rivers surface. Art
Goodtimes poems plunge their green thumbs into /
the plundered soil of the interior landscape with grace
and flashing color, the lyric valuables of a pied bard piping
us back into the moment so we become the flow reinhabiting
the rock. Go ahead, delight yourself: read this book.
Poet, journalist and third-term
Green county commissioner, Art Goodtimes is a former poetry editor
for Earth First! Journal and Wild Earth. He served as poet-in-
residence for the annual Telluride Mushroom Festival for 25 years
and continues as founder/director of the annual Talking Gourds
poetry gatherings.He's lives near Norwood on Wright's Mesa at
the western edge of the San Juans with his wife and children.
Traveling from Delight to Wisdom
with Art Goodtimes
A Review by Joseph Hutchinson
Poetry is not a democratic art. It is not a product of the demos, that is, but the fruit of solitary
labor—though honed, in some cases, by public performance. It is idiosyncratic, suffering in committee and dissenting—sometimes loudly, sometimes sotto voce—from every parade. It minds its manners only to sharpen the impact of its wit, which is always subversive. French scholar Jean-Yves Maleuvre has persuasively argued that even Virgil, traditionally viewed as a technically brilliant toady like Leni Riefenstahl, in fact filled his poetry with stealthy attacks on Augustus; according to Maleuvre, Augustus had Virgil murdered in retribution for his dissent. Of course, American poets live in a republic and so need not fear assassination (at least not yet). This is why the retreat of many poets into solipsistic wordplay or the plush billiard rooms of fusty traditional forms is so dispiriting: they are proving themselves to be joiners. The Committee announces that Derrida is de rigeur, and certain poets queue up dressed in bunting and balloons; others accept the complaint that poetry is “obscure,” and therefore adopt the simplistic tone of the anchorman or the snappy patter of the standup comic. Small wonder that when a book of genuine poetry comes along we find work that leads us, as Frost said it should, from delight to wisdom.
As If the World Really Mattered, a collection of poems by Art Goodtimes, is just such a book. Don’t be dissuaded by the author’s name: Goodtimes is no epicurean, although the ground note of his poetry is joy. This poet is a bard, an environmentalist, a social historian, and a scholar whose work reflects ideas drawn from a variety of traditions—including pre-Socratic philosophy, Buddhism, Catholicism, Dadaism, the Kuksu religion of Central California’s tribal peoples—and a variety of writers: Sappho, Neruda, Steinbeck, Edward Abbey and more. His poems entertain, but more importantly, they reveal—and their revelations spring from a profound moral vision rooted in a reverence for nature both outside and inside human beings.
“If we lived as if all that whirled really mattered,” he writes in the book’s invocation, “mirabile dictu, / what strange shape would our lives take?” In its own way, each poem that follows is an answer to that question—an answer out loud. “All are performance pieces,” Goodtimes tells us, “meant to be read aloud.” Readers bored by tame, “well-made” poems will be especially taken with Goodtimes’s measures. Take these lines from “Wildflowers”:
Fireweed. Tansy. Solidago odora.
Beside the bituminous asphalt’s edge
where the wild things grow lush
a hand searches for hues. Is it
necessary to know the names of things
to set stems in water? To make
colors leap like salmon from a fountain
of white porcelain? The map-followers
whiz by on their wheels. They have no
time for tints & shades. Enough
the pleasant blur of forms. Dutchbarn.
Billboard. Deer in the pines.
The world—all that’s whirled—is where Goodtimes takes us by ditching our maps. It’s a place full of things and creatures, names and colors, metaphors and subtle strains of music. Notice, too, that the poet insists on the value of these specifics: the world is not the map. In poem after poem, he reminds us that our addiction to the maps our culture provides has been a disaster for the natural world around and within. “Current Events” is just one example:
Toolmakers. Machinetamers. Twentiethcenturyclocks.
We bow obedient to the swing of our chromosomes.
All the time calling it destiny. Philosophy. Or better yet
consciousness & man’s (sic) rise to civilization.
Which translates into the vulgate as lording it over
the elephants & other mammals, minerals, Jurassic latebloomers
whose base elements may one day soon usurp command
& transmute the planet into pure meat. Hot spirit.
Even before we get our chance outproducing one another
to gag, glut, and gadget ourselves into ha-ha oblivion.
Heading as we are, ringaroundtheashes, fullspeed downthetubes
towards yet another less auspicious BIG BANG.
Unless of course someone pulls a rabbit out of the Edsel.
Saws the bicameral brain in half & presto! peacefully
puts Humpty-Dumpty back together better than ever.
Which is only to imagine some androgynous zen Houdini
handcuffed & submerged in the cells since childhood
leading us out from the locked jaws of plutonium
to leap uncharted circuits in a single bound
& just maybe once again connect us to the heart.
That ancient, though illogical & most highly-feared,
path of least resistance.
Sharp wit, subversiveness, references ranging from James Tate and Superman to Julian Jaynes and Mother Goose, all designed, I think, to serve as a counterweight to the poem’s essential pessimism about our species—an undercurrent throughout the book that Goodtimes consistently opposes with sheer verbal energy and invention.
Clearly, Art Goodtimes’s poetry is “engaged,” as we used to say, in a way that goes beyond sneering at some political incompetent or tossing out bromides of the left or the right. In fact, serves in the unglamorous role of Green party county commissioner in Telluride, Colorado. “I do politics by matching / fixed attention with free intention,” he tells us in “Basketweaving,” whose controlling metaphor is significantly both process and product. The aim, he explains, is not to exercise power, but to offer up “[a] vision / tied into shape & formed / for the benefit of all.” Even the poems that draw on particulars of the poet’s life—from his adventures in Catholic schools to the pain of an auto accident to the pleasures of lovemaking—go far beyond personal expression: they touch on the life we hold in common. I’ve never killed an elk, for example, much less helped to skin one, but Goodtimes has—and what he shares about the experience (or through it) is a genuine revelation:
SKINNING THE ELK
“There’s a whole lot of life in these animals,”
George nods, almost lie a prayer
as I hold the hoofed leg
steady for the knife,
mist rising from the gutted belly,
skin still warm.
Tempered steel peels back
thick hide. Fur.
The dark meat of the interior.
Secret organs slide steaming into full moonlight
on the bed of Greenbank’s battered pickup.
I can stop peering
into the glazed crystal
of those antlered eyes.
Two perfect rivets
welded to the girder of that
skeletal moment when
the bullet’s magic
cut life short.
after the carcass is hung
in a cottonwood tree,
I go inside to wash my hands.
But the blood won’t come off.
There’s no mistake.
I am marked for life.
I wear the elk’s tattoo,
as its meat becomes my meat
& its blood stains my blood.
from shape to shape.
Nothing here of “liberal guilt,” no Disney-fication of the animal, only a deep and honestly inspiring respect for the fleshly presence of the sacred.
La Alameda Press has done a fine job of honoring the art of Art Goodtimes, in part with its beautiful book design, in part by providing space for both a prefatory “Invocation” by Dolores LaChapelle (which correctly places in the tradition exemplified by Gary Snyder) and for Goodtimes’s own detailed commentaries on nearly every poem in the book. (I hasten to add that these are not like Eliot’s erudite but coy notes to “The Waste Land”; they are genuinely helpful, expansive and intriguing, as if the poet were engaged in conversation with the reader.) As If the World Really Mattered is a performance no lover of poetry should miss.