JIM BOYD …
Guess I’m still reeling from his quick leaving. Heard around Christmas there
might be some issues. Wasn’t prepared last week to hear of his hospitalization.
Then hospice. And within a couple days, he was gone … Both his wife Ellen and
daughter Mari are strong women, but our hearts go out to them. It’s wrenching
when such a loss comes so suddenly … I had a hand in bringing Jim and Elle
together, back when Jim was a fresh-faced Natural Resource Conservation Service
agent for the USDA, batching it in Norwood. And Elle was a river rat poet
friend done rafting the Animas in La Plata County and scouting for a new home …
And we’ve had our share of holiday dinners, djembe drumming lessons, ice-fishing
at Miramonte, helping load 25-lb. native seed bags onto a Olathe spray plane to
drop over the Burn Canyon Burn post-fire. On the County Open Space Commission
Jim was a voice of moderation and reason, an ally in looking at how NRCS
programs might dovetail with a County Regenerative Ag project … He turned a
bare sloping lot west of Norwood into handsome rural grounds – a pond, firepit,
garden, yard, workshop, sheds and a snug south-facing shelterhome of compact
design with lots of light. Built most of it himself … When Mary passed, he
bought a pine seedling to plant behind her yurt. Helped us dig a hole and shoe
it in. That memorial pine is chest high today … As I wrote in a poem, “A
comrade in arms, legs & getting things done.” May we remember his positive,
creative, generous spirit.
SISTER LOVE
… “They made ninja Christmas cookies this year, because my nephew likes ninjas.
When I said that sounds kind of violent and I’d prefer the typical gingerbread
people (typical for the Kopestonsky sisters, i.e. elaborately decorated as a
Russian folk dancer with fancy trim on her shirt, a hula dancer with a flowered
bikini, lei, grass skirt, +headdress, and an avant-garde Santa with purple hair
and a green suit), they assured me these ninjas are socially conscious –
they’re fighting prejudice, trampling the patriarchy, smashing misogyny. Or
helping Santa … Only my sister could make me feel joyously fond of ninja
cookies! They even made a deep-sea scuba diving ninja … Now the fighting ninjas
and gingerbread dancers are co-existing peacefully in my stomach – ninjas
learning to dance while gingerbread dancers learn to fight against injustice,
all gradually being incorporated into my cells as I find my own balance between
fighting against my resistance and dancing with life as is.” – Kyra Kopestonsky
WEEKLY QUOTA … Citing an earlier piece in Scientific
American, a reader’s letter suggests the story “exposes a paradox that
experimenters must ignore if they wish to preserve the illusion of behaving
ethically when studying infant monkeys. Researchers perform tests on primate
infants to understand the behavior of humans raised under stressful conditions.
For the results to have any value, they must therefore recognize that human and
monkey brains and personalities share similar developmental pathways. But if
monkeys are similar enough to be useful experimental models, how can these
trials be anything other than cruel and unethical?” –Bill Tarver, Wokingham,
England (SA, October, 2015)
ODD BODKINS
… No cartoon strip tantalized the minds of Sixties’ hippies as well as Dan
O’Neill’s brilliant hallucinatory four-part panels that ran in the San Francisco Chronicle, back in the day
(before the Hearst thugs bought out the paper). Then he unwisely roasted Disney
characters with a violent comic book spoof and faced the full force of
corporate fury. He’s been in hiding up in Nevada City (CA) ever since … The
only paper he publishes in now, and that very sporadically, is Downieville’s Mountain Messenger. My poet buddy Doc
Dachtler sends me copies. If you can find him (his books are out of print) and
get access to his cartoons, you risk becoming an O’Neill groupie. Not
recommended for the straight of heart.
TALKING GOURDS … Whiz bang! It was a jolly good show of alternating energies at Arroyo’s
last Tuesday as our generous local gem of a celeb Jewel performed her
relevatory poetry in a quiet, lyrical voice, while showstopper Judyth Hill
raised the roofbeams with a dazzling, ecstatic, wild woman performance. Some
60-70 folks crowded into Arroyo’s. Mayor Murphy gave welcome … And the Gourd
circle after heard many amazing pieces, including a haunting Vietnam-era song
sung a capella by a graying veteran and Elissa Dickson’s hot jive slam rap that
won the largest applause of the night … February’s First Tuesday will feature
Jared Smith, a master poet whose work appeared in the same Bay Area journals my
poems did, and that award-winning independent journalist and Mark Fischer
finalist Samantha Tisdel Wright of Ouray. Don’t miss.
THE TALKING GOURD
Gunnison
Sage-grouse
still puffed up
& dancing
after ten thousand
years
Dearest Art, Super poet, best politician, sweet friend, etc.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your tribute to Jim. As my grandson says, I am gobsmacked, unable to make sense of such a fast exit, and so far away I don't know how to be with the news. Your good writing helped so much. Nice to hear your e-voice. Much love, Jude
thank you, jude. a sad occasion. we're all still in shock. but so great to be back in touch with you and micah. i miss your wise words and beautiful presences....
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