Art Goodtimes in poetry and conversation: On the Road with a Paleohippie
6 pm Pacific, 7 pm Mountain, 8 pm Central, 9 pm Eastern
A fourth-generation San Franciscan with a granddaughter in Glen Park (indigenous Ohlone homelands), Art ran with Cloud House and the Union of Street Poets in the Sixties, moved to the San Juan Mountains of Colorado (Nuche homelands) after they shot Harvey Milk, serving five terms as San Miguel County commissioner, one term as Western Slope Poet Laureate and continues as the Telluride Mushroom Festival poet-in-residence (since 1981). He writes a monthly column for the Four Corners Free Press and co-directs the Telluride Institute’s Talking Gourds poetry program.
Book info:
From Lithic Press in Fruita, Colorado, Dancing on Edge: the McRedeye Poems (2019) www.lithicpress.com
From Fungi Press in Moorpark, California, co-editor of anthology MycoEpithalamia: Mushroom Wedding Poems (2016) www.fungimag.com
From Western Eye Press in Crestone, Colorado, Looking South to Lone Cone: the Cloud Acre poems (2013)
From La Alameda Press in Albuquerque, As If the World Really Mattered (2006)
From the blog of Art Goodtimes
Perception - Art Goodtimes
Putting on the gloves & turning
southwest to my poles
I catch a blast of gold mahogany
on the Utah horizon
A knock-out break in the dusk's
concrete gray overcast
Light peltings of snow crystals
melt on my parka
The coda of the clouds chases me
down Oak Hill's slopes
where, on the ropes, I can see
through the storm's
weakening punches. A peek of blue
sky east towards
the Wilsons. Mist rising from
the ring of Wrights Mesa
I snow-walk my tracks back
to Thunder Trails Road
where my patient bot-mobile waits
for me & life's key
McRedeye sez
"I'm no determinist like Einstein
WISIWYCM. WISIWYCM
What I See Is What You Call the Multiverse
I call itki me"