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Aways carrying
the soul of Lew
Welch in his back pocket, Thunderbear, a.k.a., Art Goodtimes, is a poet of
quiet truths and epic hopes, a dream-spinner whose heart is made of Earth,
fire, stone, water. He grew up in the embrace of San Francisco and has walked
many paths. This artist, author, poet-performer, bioregionalist paleohippie,
Green county commissioner, husband, father, fungiphile, and basket weaver is
hooked on heirloom spuds and southwest wind. He is the creator of Talking
Gourds, a traveling tribal poetry feast, and runs the Telluride Mushroom
Festival as poet-in-residence.
His Kiva name is Umukihonaw (Hopi: Thunderbear). He is thunder
and laughter, Thunderbear of the Holy Belly, dancing with the fire on the edge
of night. His poetry brings Lew Welch back to life beneath the stars:
It's pure joy to read the truthsayers, the poets, the masters of
prayer, the crazed, wise, babblers who show us things we never see... Step out
onto the planet, draw a circle a hundred feet around: inside the circle are a
thousand things nobody understands and maybe nobodys ever seen. How many
can you find?
How many
can we find? How many joys do we miss when we go too fast. How many songs do we
leave silent because we don't pick up the guitar or sit at the piano. How much
creative energy do we let slip through our minds, our fingers, our hearts
without giving it life, because the world is bent over and groaning. How
many can you find is a reminder, and it hasn't been there to remind
Mossy Coyote for some years, but praise and delight, comes the
Thunderbear to remind us that we were once reminded! He brings hope. Or
something more. He makes us shake off the straps and confines of the meanness
of broken night. His laughter roars thunder out of the darkness and makes the
spirit rise. The spirit wakes us, shakes us, makes us back into what we once
were when we told stories by the fire, when we traced dreams on the kiva wall,
when we had Thunderbears to remind us that we were once reminded.
Come,
sit by his fire; discover his thunder!
Mossy
Coyote _________________________________
Kedmôgidaômwawôgan, Wawidahômwawôgan,
Kwsilawakamigzowôgan Compassion, Understanding, Respect
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