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Bobby Byrd: For something like 60 years now, Larry Goodell has been the Poet of our Conscience. It's an ancient occupation, and Larry does not shirk his responsibilities. Love poems. Garden poems. Sorrow poems. Political rants. Joyful life celebrations. Wherever his quirky imagination takes us, he is always reminding of our place on this precarious Spaceship Earth as it navigates around the sun and through the universe. Enjoy his poems, always be ready to laugh out loud, but, please, pay close attention. Take heed. This is important work. 


John Macker: Vintage Larry: funny, tragic, graceful, political wordsmithing with everything organic, moving, remembering, loving. Bravo.

John Nichols: I’ve only seen you in action a couple of times long ago, but you get my vote as one of the great ones! You got moxie, humor, politics, and you’re craxy like a dancing Fox! The whole Fucking world is nothing to laugh about, and yet you manage to make me laugh (or Weep!) while you’re twisting in the knife.

Joy Harjo: Poetry isn't the property of Academe. It's an alive art --- & you prove that.

Bob Holman: Now that spoken word and performance poetry have pushed poetry back into the public eardrum, now that poetry slams and hip hop, Billy Collins and Garrison Keillor have all conspired to create a US Poetry Renaissance, dear LARRY GOODELL can lean back on his caterpillar legs and other poetry costumes and ask, "Where ya been?" Goodell, as unknown at 70 as he was at 20, has a half-century's worth of revolutionary poetics under his belt, and is laughing all the way to Utopia. Nobody has done more, nor been recognized less, than this Legend of Placitas, New Mexico. I first saw his work in 1980, when he made, as far as I know, his only trip back east. Come back now, Larry! Let us laud you!

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