under the cottonwood
larry goodell
1972 Hertford Ranch Placitas, New Mexico Sunday, September 10th
Rosh Hoshanah photograph by John Woods
duendebook 2012
“Memory supplies me with nothing” Larry Eigner
entering into the cut picture this picture is alive it is mourning the death of the grandmother Papaw is lonely Grandma is dead & now Mamaw to die in the picture now is to die in the Bowl of Rainbows I reach it for the clouds & come down I arrive on the lîve & given Sunbeam an Unseen Part Hovering Over the Bowl I am the Bowl of Life Infancy in Respect I am the maté draining the yerba mate from the gourd thru the bombasia the metal straw I drink I have been given from Oven Present, Ojo del Horno the Spring in my body my male body of Infancy Seed to see the present becoming into Beyond Olympics’ Star I am wandering out of memory “Memory supplies me with nothing” & I remember to remember not to remember an established thing
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I represent the Yoke which is divining there & there & there & add there I have come into my own navel I have come to come again into my own Friend into my own Wife and Loving into my Own Hair Leaf if you will I draw the Straw the Line is drawing up theBorders & the Line made Vibrant by the Will the Will to Come Come what May in a little while I will have my fill will to want not willing want disorder in Ritual taken up & smoked out
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I smoke out yr Will I’m leaving disorder for Order Order comes & goes the Nature of the Will I am Willing Myself to you Nature doesnt do it Nature, Will I am turning over myself in the Bowl ole Bowling I am Leaping off the Will the Streaming of the Water Streams which is Given in my Body Fills I am leaping off the Will from her Erogenous substance I am gathering something to be taken inward to free into the Becoming Number to be her Laugh & Will to be Deceiver Eager to please her Please her Laughing will at frozen under substance cover her boiling poured in gourd drunk thru a straw Hot & Carriaging containing
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Hope in a blossom little Sustainers is what they are the Purple Sage actually seen while taking the Garbage to the Dump
blooming
“Dump” Joel said “Papa dumped the garbage in the sink” & later when stood corrected dumped the garbage in the dump little Syntax twitchers arrive on the Spot & dump the Garbage in Memo: the Wagon carries a suggestion of miscarriage but today it is full full & full & full & full I add nothing to facts to embrace face you face to face to face you & embrace to brace against it to pass it by 4
letting you pass it by by you you are carrying in the Bowl & it is Heavy & Liquid a lot & a lot
& carries
I have dug down deep deep there where they come up in Vine a bean & a piĂąon sprout right where her head is She is in mound & turning ground under me she is connected to the tree she remembers she remembers nothing & is the Sacred twisting no more Sacred than twisting his Achilles tendon 5
Memory supplies her with remonstrance Memory is the mourning doves flying up from the road going to dump the garbage going to take her with her baby
to the store
finding out there is no justice & interrupts I am a Second Time pleading
where the Memory stands
I am pleading that I want to jump off my Will that my Will is Nothing & Nothing is a Nowhere thing I am thanks God & Giving up to the Board their pleasure is looking up to my Pants as I come down the growing larger table growing larger to correct Her from drawing mine so short to stand on either Line & Give her back no Hurt Hurt her
Hurt without
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the Lift Voice Willow Ditches in the Voice a grating open sound Line
Vibration
Hurried
Irri-
gation
Home
Sank up the Straws & Popped out Leaping off the Mind Plane & Boy Lovers Limp with Joy & Sinking in her Covered up Covered Up Hole Covered Up my Sinking in Her Covered up
Hole
Her setting down the table in Yoga food Cabbage Lemon Rice Salad Curried Peas & Cauliflower her Calling up the Vomit of her Dead Sister to Wash away & Wash away on Rosh Hashanah she centered the corner of her chair on the Aura of His Will 7
& when she did that nobody knows nobody & he was fullness
knows & knows & knows
sitting down to eat while
the Tables turned the Bull came up while he was eating Curry & they were watching when he took it by the horns & graced it with his presence & their presence & their presence there until they were equally present & all borrowed out to love & Man each one to hold a hand in one to hold it taken out by Hand & Left by the tree down on proper knees flung come where rocks & he Leaning over the tree he went down in & Got There without arriving he was stark naked
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/10Sep1972 larry goodell / placitas, new mexico
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under the cottonwood
larry goodell