Goodtimes:Rosemerry Releases a New CD of Poetry | Up Bear Creek
by Art Goodtimes
Jul 02, 2007 | 638 views | 0 0 comments | 6 6 recommendations | email to a friend | print
SUITCASE OF YESES … The County’s Poet Laureate, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, has a great new collection of poetry and songs available locally, produced in cooperation with the Telluride Council for the Arts & Humanities.

It’s a great collection. Mixing her own original poems with songs from many different traditions, she’s brought us the best of both worlds – a capella renditions of folk songs from around the world and her own piercingly clever and poignant lyrics. I found myself listening to the CD over and over again – something I rarely do with audio poetry collections. After all, you hear a poem once, and there’s no need to listen to it again? Wrong! Rosemerry’s work reverberates, and what you once thought you understood one way comes across on second and third listening as something more than your first realized … “Weed Control” is a great little piece about jealousy, but it’s also about weeding, and about love. “Declaration” takes off from the famous American document “I hold these truths to be self-evident,” but gives us many puzzling spin-offs of the completion of that famous phrase, including “that stars hum in eight scales” and “that I owe no allegiance to truth.” … Rosemerry has a dazzling voice, and she uses it quite well, both in the songs, which sparkle with vivacious colorations, and in the poems, where her timing and inflection add innuendo and humor to the mix, as in “Confessions of a Stay At Home Mom” in which she professes a crush on Dr. Seuss in a piece by turns coquettishly suggestive and world weary wise. “The Weightless Joy of Ash” is a marvelous poem that requires close listening, several times, to appreciate its depth and insight: “Ecstasy has many voices: the wild lick of flame, warm embered orange, even gray weightless ash, dancing wantonly in whatever wind it finds … we must study silence, empty air where once leapt sizzle, crack and spark.” … Of course, no Trommer collection exists without love poems, her trademark form. From “Appellation”: “Sometimes you slip through words like a silk robe through fingers … I taste each like a musk strawberry, rare and fragrant, hidden in long rows.” From “Love Poem in a Time of Drought”: “To marry the orchards of your words with my thirst, your voice the white juice of tree-ripened pears.” From “Doppelganger”: “These hands that make attentive love with every surface they touch and these legs that have not stopped dancing.” … And then there are the particular lines that worm their way deep into the soul, each time you hear them: “On the edge of sorrow and resonance, where we are more breath than limbs” and “We cannot help but shine … Look, even our dumps glitter” and “The desert knows silence better than song.” … Highly recommend.

ED LACHAPELLE … They held a memorial for Dolores LaChapelle’s former partner up in Alaska recently. Ed was a world-class snow and avalanche expert, who came to Mountainfilm a few years ago. Truly one of the pioneers of the field … I heard from son David that a waterfall started pouring off the glacier where they were holding his wake, and the water lasted about three hours, while folks sang and played music. Locals said that waterfalls there were rare occurrences, but then great spirit crossings are often marked by portentous events. And what event more fitting for Ed LaChapelle than a weeping glacier?

DAVE WOOD ROAD … Some reporters fish for controversy instead of paying attention to what happens in public meetings. Ouray Watch reporter Chris Pike fell into that bad habit with his story about our Tri-County meeting in Ridgway last week. He quotes me as calling for an abrogation of the Memorandum Of Understanding with Ouray, San Miguel, Montrose counties and the Forest Service … Chris not only got the context of my quote wrong, he quoted me from before a meeting, instead of what I said in the meeting. I was never upset at Montrose County for “declaring Dave Wood a county road,” as he suggested. I was upset before the meeting about some RS 2477 claims that I thought they'd made as part of a development approval for Hideout Ranch development. But Montrose County explained in the meeting that they hadn't made RS 2477 claims to several roads in the vicinity of these new developments, as we thought they had. And in the meeting I praised Montrose and said, after initially being upset, that I was glad our three counties were working together with the Forest Service on this complex issue. That’s the quote that Pike ought to have recorded, not my uninformed remarks before the meeting even happened.

KATE’S PLACE … Everyone was sad when Sandy threw in the towel and closed her popular Clinton Street eatery. It was THE place for breakfast in Ridgway … But, good news. Kate has taken over her spot and, according to reports, is putting out first-class breakfasts and lunches, just like Sandy did. Stop in and check it out.

SPUDS PLANTED … Okay, so that’s probably not big news to anyone. But this year was unique once again. No, we didn’t have drought. The pond wasn’t dry. And it didn’t flood, like it did a couple years ago. And we didn’t have grasshoppers eating the spines off spruce trees, as we did a couple years before that. No, this was machinery headache year. No rototiller meant I had to dig my spud field by hand this year – ouch! … As the the Troy-Bilt, I hauled mine all the way to Delta twice to get fixed, and it immediately died after five minute of use upon its return. So I hauled it to a new guy in Montrose, where it’s getting a new engine … Similar problem with my pond pump. Also, hauled to Montrose for fixing. Gone for the spring flows, which have now receded. I’ll get my tiller back in time to keep pace with the wealth of weeds that I share my place with, and my pump probably too late to catch any moisture except the monsoon rains, which we all keep hoping for … After lots of moisture, it’s getting real dry in Norwood.

NORWOOD EMERGENT … Telluriders may have heard of Two Candles, and the great job Walter Farnham has done with his buddy Sigi in turning a rather ugly tin building in a wonderfully unique art gallery, breakfast and coffee shop. It’s a great New West counterpoint to the Old West Hitching Post just across the Gurley Ditch … But it’s not alone. Right next to the Post Office in town there’s a quite elegant new breakfast and lunch place, Robin’s Nest. With mochas that can be made with whipping cream instead of two percent cow swill and fresh quiches and lots more. The ambiance is classy and upscale and there are several rooms and a big screen high def TV and lots more … If you’re passing through Norwood on your way to Moab or Junction (going the back way), check both these new shops out. Norwood is styling these days.

© 2007 Art Goodtimes

THE TALKING GOURD

What Would Water Do?

The water would run to work,

but turn, gone amok at the work corner,

toward the One-O-One

to drink a red eye and puff a smoke

in the early morning Ra

The water would pick up

trash along the way

but wait for more force

to finish the job

The water would arrive

on time and unplanned,

feeling out each empty

bottomland space

since every handmade

space is disorganized

differently

The water would percolate

in the apocalyptic heat,

catch the wind

and go fly a kite

The water would commit

murderous rage and recede,

unpleased, unsatisfied,

moving on the moon

-Douglas McDaniel

Telluride
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