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Show M. ; PAGE 8 -- v. V r THE ZEPHYR JUNE '89 AN INTERVIEW WITH KQKOPELLI by Terry Tempest Williams Sometime In March, I received a phone call at Pack Creek Ranch from one of the producers at National Public Radio In Washington, D.C. He asked If I had any Ideas for possible commentaries. I how he was said I did and Immediately launched Into Kokopelli this extraordinary figure in the Southwest, commonly known as "the hump-back- ed flute player who would wander from village to village Impregnating young women as he planted com. "This guy sounds Incredible, said the producer. "Where did you say he lived? It would be great, If we could get an Interview with him." I paused. "Yes, It would able Interview ." I said. a "May I Join you?" he asked. "Of course, feeling a bit Intimidated. way with women. This man had "It certainly would be a. remark- .. days later, experiencing writers block, I left Pack Creek, drove to Moab and sauntered Into the Main Street Broiler. "Whatll It be? asked Carl. A few . "Ill have a vegle sandwich, some breaded mushrooms, and a blackberry milkshake, I answered. "To go? I "To stay replied. I retreated Into one of the booths by the window. A man entered. Very strange looking. Compelling. He was tall and lean and leathered from the sun. A long gray braid rah down his back as though It were a snake that breathed In and out as he did. His eyes were green. His smile wide. He walked up to the counter and ordered corn dogs. "How many would you like, sir? asked Carl. "Four, he answered. "One for each direction. "Four corn dogs coming right up. The man turned around. I looked away. He caught me staring. name's Larry. This is my brother Darrell and this is my other brother Darrell. When we want some good critter, My Thats UPTOWN PIZZA we go to UPTOWN PIZZA. PAID FOR BY A GRANT FROM THE WILLIE FLOCKO FOUNDATION |
