Tuesday, July 13, 2010
A Collection of Images and People from SWP Naropa Week 1, June 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
One more thing...
If you are on Face Book, befriend me at Bob Ko shin Hanson and there is a full set of pictures on Naropa and this week.
Heading Home
I have a recording of my part in the student reading if anyone wants to hear it email me or leave a comment here and I will get it to you.
Saturday's Faulty was great. Jaime Manrique, my teacher read from his new, unpublished but finished novel. I need to figure out a way to drop them here some day. This whole week ended on a very high note. Naropa is quite a place.
Sunday evening, final packing, a day of final goodbye's, and begin to unpack all the memories, leanings, ideas and hopes. This has been a wee of remembering the important role of poetry and the poet in our world. This has been a week of training in engaged poetics in the spirit of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and so many others. I was reminded many times of Ed Sanders, one of the Beats. I had a writing week-end with him and the River Mountain Monastery in Mt Temper NY one time, what a character.
I will be adding to this blog for some time. I hope some of you comment so we can start a conversation. share some of your poetry. y the way next June, beginning around the 12th I will be in Boulder, hopefully or a month. Hope to see you before then.
I am sorry for the double text in the last comment, cannot figure how that happened.
Peace and a good sleep ko shin Bob Hanson from Naropa
Saturday's Faulty was great. Jaime Manrique, my teacher read from his new, unpublished but finished novel. I need to figure out a way to drop them here some day. This whole week ended on a very high note. Naropa is quite a place.
Sunday evening, final packing, a day of final goodbye's, and begin to unpack all the memories, leanings, ideas and hopes. This has been a wee of remembering the important role of poetry and the poet in our world. This has been a week of training in engaged poetics in the spirit of Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and so many others. I was reminded many times of Ed Sanders, one of the Beats. I had a writing week-end with him and the River Mountain Monastery in Mt Temper NY one time, what a character.
I will be adding to this blog for some time. I hope some of you comment so we can start a conversation. share some of your poetry. y the way next June, beginning around the 12th I will be in Boulder, hopefully or a month. Hope to see you before then.
I am sorry for the double text in the last comment, cannot figure how that happened.
Peace and a good sleep ko shin Bob Hanson from Naropa
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Ranting: Second Draft Thursday June 17, 2010, ko shin, Bob Hanson Tuesday, June 15, 2010 10:22 AM Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter Have you seen the water marks in houses in New Orleans The birds covered with Oil The foundations of a house near the Gulf, nothing left but memento's lined on the foundation, a football Helmet, some jewelry, a doll or two, ruined by the water and wind. Little sisters dress is just hanging on a hanger in one of the few barren trees left. People at the convention center, hungry, thirsty for water and attention, compassion, dying while the feds sit on their hands, and do nothing... No compassion, no love, just power is all that speaks to our leaders, even our new liberating ones these days… Remembering one mild January night, later, coming out of the subway near the place where the towers once stood, turned left and was stopped by wire fences holding back tons of cement, and remains, we will never know. It was foggy like, even under the streets, a haze of remains, and dust and left over's from the horrific fall, I walked right up to the pit that late evening, no tourist barriers yet thank God. I heard the bell and silence as another piece of human flesh was found, or maybe more, then covered with an American flag and carried away. The large trucks and their loads of steel, and who knows maybe more remains, we will never know… Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter Picture this scene, a father placing his small son on the makeshift bed in the one room that is left of their home, covering him with a thin, torn blanket. "Daddy, why are there holes everywhere on the wall, why is there no ceiling in our toilet? What does one say? His wife could not get through the check points and lost her last baby, what do you say? His oldest son bring home an empty rocket shell, it has made in the USA, not China. Why not throw stones? Where is the hope? Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter The USA is still studying the killing of Buddhist Monks in Burma, by a Nazi like government, still supported in some ways by the USA & corporations here, the freedom loving USA, the nine martyrs of the freedom boat killed in international waters, we must study the facts. Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter I am tired of ranting, first CORE in the 60's, Housing Marches in Milwaukee, Birmingham, Dr King, Bob and John, Che by the ICA, the three students working for voting right of Blacks, on and on, I understand the language of Malcolm, Amiri Baraka, Mandela. I enjoy the rough language of some of the poets here, but where does ranting for the sake of being cool and angry take us? More of the same. I have heard the rants of the 60's I gave some good ones, profanity is wonderful, but where does this ranting take us? The bullet holes in the walls, the rocket made in the USA, the murder of freedom fighters in the name of my or your way of thinking… Another empty farm house, once alive with family, kids, pets, now the buildings stand empty, the corporations move in, destroy the family, the spirit of rural communities and steal from the earth for their pockets of gold…it seems to never end. Is there another rant? One that points to healing, justice, and peace for all creatures…maybe in seventy years I have found it is easier to rant than to build, a momentary climax to destroy rather than give life. Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Ranting: Second Draft Thursday June 17, 2010, ko shin, Bob Hanson
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
10:22 AM
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Have you seen the water marks in houses in New Orleans
The birds covered with Oil
The foundations of a house near the Gulf, nothing left but memento's lined on the foundation, a football Helmet, some jewelry, a doll or two, ruined by the water and wind.
Little sisters dress is just hanging on a hanger in one of the few barren trees left.
People at the convention center, hungry, thirsty for water and attention, compassion, dying while the feds sit on their hands, and do nothing...
No compassion, no love, just power is all that speaks to our leaders, even our new liberating ones these days…
Remembering one mild January night, later, coming out of the subway near the place where the towers once stood, turned left and was stopped by wire fences holding back tons of cement, and remains, we will never know.
It was foggy like, even under the streets, a haze of remains, and dust and left over's from the horrific fall,
I walked right up to the pit that late evening, no tourist barriers yet thank God. I heard the bell and silence as another piece of human flesh was found, or maybe more, then covered with an American flag and carried away. The large trucks and their loads of steel, and who knows maybe more remains, we will never know…
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Picture this scene, a father placing his small son on the makeshift bed in the one room that is left of their home, covering him with a thin, torn blanket. "Daddy, why are there holes everywhere on the wall, why is there no ceiling in our toilet?
What does one say? His wife could not get through the check points and lost her last baby, what do you say?
His oldest son bring home an empty rocket shell, it has made in the USA, not China. Why not throw stones? Where is the hope?
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
The USA is still studying the killing of Buddhist Monks in Burma, by a Nazi like government, still supported in some ways by the USA & corporations here, the freedom loving USA, the nine martyrs of the freedom boat killed in international waters, we must study the facts.
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
I am tired of ranting, first CORE in the 60's, Housing Marches in Milwaukee, Birmingham, Dr King, Bob and John, Che by the ICA, the three students working for voting right of Blacks, on and on, I understand the language of Malcolm, Amiri Baraka, Mandela.
I enjoy the rough language of some of the poets here, but where does ranting for the sake of being cool and angry take us? More of the same. I have heard the rants of the 60's I gave some good ones, profanity is wonderful, but where does this ranting take us?
The bullet holes in the walls, the rocket made in the USA, the murder of freedom fighters in the name of my or your way of thinking…
Another empty farm house, once alive with family, kids, pets, now the buildings stand empty, the corporations move in, destroy the family, the spirit of rural communities and steal from the earth for their pockets of gold…it seems to never end.
Is there another rant? One that points to healing, justice, and peace for all creatures…maybe in seventy years I have found it is easier to rant than to build, a momentary climax to destroy rather than give life.
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Many more drafts will be necessary, the workshop group wrote some very helpful comments I will work on later...
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
10:22 AM
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Have you seen the water marks in houses in New Orleans
The birds covered with Oil
The foundations of a house near the Gulf, nothing left but memento's lined on the foundation, a football Helmet, some jewelry, a doll or two, ruined by the water and wind.
Little sisters dress is just hanging on a hanger in one of the few barren trees left.
People at the convention center, hungry, thirsty for water and attention, compassion, dying while the feds sit on their hands, and do nothing...
No compassion, no love, just power is all that speaks to our leaders, even our new liberating ones these days…
Remembering one mild January night, later, coming out of the subway near the place where the towers once stood, turned left and was stopped by wire fences holding back tons of cement, and remains, we will never know.
It was foggy like, even under the streets, a haze of remains, and dust and left over's from the horrific fall,
I walked right up to the pit that late evening, no tourist barriers yet thank God. I heard the bell and silence as another piece of human flesh was found, or maybe more, then covered with an American flag and carried away. The large trucks and their loads of steel, and who knows maybe more remains, we will never know…
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Picture this scene, a father placing his small son on the makeshift bed in the one room that is left of their home, covering him with a thin, torn blanket. "Daddy, why are there holes everywhere on the wall, why is there no ceiling in our toilet?
What does one say? His wife could not get through the check points and lost her last baby, what do you say?
His oldest son bring home an empty rocket shell, it has made in the USA, not China. Why not throw stones? Where is the hope?
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
The USA is still studying the killing of Buddhist Monks in Burma, by a Nazi like government, still supported in some ways by the USA & corporations here, the freedom loving USA, the nine martyrs of the freedom boat killed in international waters, we must study the facts.
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
I am tired of ranting, first CORE in the 60's, Housing Marches in Milwaukee, Birmingham, Dr King, Bob and John, Che by the ICA, the three students working for voting right of Blacks, on and on, I understand the language of Malcolm, Amiri Baraka, Mandela.
I enjoy the rough language of some of the poets here, but where does ranting for the sake of being cool and angry take us? More of the same. I have heard the rants of the 60's I gave some good ones, profanity is wonderful, but where does this ranting take us?
The bullet holes in the walls, the rocket made in the USA, the murder of freedom fighters in the name of my or your way of thinking…
Another empty farm house, once alive with family, kids, pets, now the buildings stand empty, the corporations move in, destroy the family, the spirit of rural communities and steal from the earth for their pockets of gold…it seems to never end.
Is there another rant? One that points to healing, justice, and peace for all creatures…maybe in seventy years I have found it is easier to rant than to build, a momentary climax to destroy rather than give life.
Ranting, hell, why should I, or you for that matter
Many more drafts will be necessary, the workshop group wrote some very helpful comments I will work on later...
Thursday, Socratic Rap on engaged poetics, and another Oral Tradition
During our workshop on this day we touched on ranting by reading Federico Garcia Lorca and Juana Ines de la Cruz,"I have a Dream" and wrote out own. The next blog will have my piece, "Ranting, Hell, why should I, or you, for that matter?"
We read on our own an essay by Lorca The Duende: Theory and Divertisement" "Duende" being the spirit that springs out of everything. It is more complex than that.Lorca, a Poet in NY" is a real necessary read. It is a reflection on being in Harlem at the time 0f the Crash for a year. He really hits it on the head as they say.
I wish I could speak more clearly on the interesting lecture we heard by Jennifer Moxley, but it was a bit adult if you know what I mean. The tile was: Head Notes; The Other Oral Tradition. Jennifer is one of many lesbian scholars and poets. Her reading Thursday night was powerul.
Anna Waldman let the first of four weekly "Socratic raps' where she shows video's and plays audio from the large Naropa archive and calls for conversation around the role of poetry in our lives, community and world There was a very moving piece on Charles Olson and good conversation and questions.
The Faculty Reading again was special.
We read on our own an essay by Lorca The Duende: Theory and Divertisement" "Duende" being the spirit that springs out of everything. It is more complex than that.Lorca, a Poet in NY" is a real necessary read. It is a reflection on being in Harlem at the time 0f the Crash for a year. He really hits it on the head as they say.
I wish I could speak more clearly on the interesting lecture we heard by Jennifer Moxley, but it was a bit adult if you know what I mean. The tile was: Head Notes; The Other Oral Tradition. Jennifer is one of many lesbian scholars and poets. Her reading Thursday night was powerul.
Anna Waldman let the first of four weekly "Socratic raps' where she shows video's and plays audio from the large Naropa archive and calls for conversation around the role of poetry in our lives, community and world There was a very moving piece on Charles Olson and good conversation and questions.
The Faculty Reading again was special.
Wednesday of the Summer Reading Program
There is always the meditation time that I appreciate. Wednesday was a somewhat free day so I biked around for most of the morning At noon Bobbie Louise Hawkins, one of the elder performance poets gave a very practical session on how to approach reading poetry in public and performance work. She was wonderful.
At 4pm we met with two men outside the Ginsberg Library and they talked about a project they have started a few years ago called Fallen Fruit Project. They map neighborhoods for fruit trees that hang over or our on public land, of course in many cases being wasted and pick the fruit in working with neighbors. They have an event called " a Jam festival" where hundreds of folks come to an art place and make Jam for all people.
Check out there site: www.fallenfruit.org it is quite interesting and fun.
The Scholarship Recipient''s Reading was Wednesday night and quite moving. Two Native students were very good and one woman read a series of poems about her dad's journey and theirs with Alzheimer's. I have recordings of these.
I was working on my reading for Friday night, and the second draft draft of the piece above. Hard to believe this week is half way.
At 4pm we met with two men outside the Ginsberg Library and they talked about a project they have started a few years ago called Fallen Fruit Project. They map neighborhoods for fruit trees that hang over or our on public land, of course in many cases being wasted and pick the fruit in working with neighbors. They have an event called " a Jam festival" where hundreds of folks come to an art place and make Jam for all people.
Check out there site: www.fallenfruit.org it is quite interesting and fun.
The Scholarship Recipient''s Reading was Wednesday night and quite moving. Two Native students were very good and one woman read a series of poems about her dad's journey and theirs with Alzheimer's. I have recordings of these.
I was working on my reading for Friday night, and the second draft draft of the piece above. Hard to believe this week is half way.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Poetry Reading Tuesday Evening at Naropa
7:30 - 10pm Faculty Reading
Thalia Field, Ross Gay, Joanne Kyger, Linh Dinh, Bobbie Louise Hawkins
What a wonderful evening of many styles of poetry. I have a recording hopefully I can get it on here somehow.
The day was filled with our work shop in the morning after Meditation time. We were challenged after reading part of Sor juana ines de l Cruz's "First I Dream" and then Federico Garcia Lorca's "Cry to Rome (From the Tower of the Chrysler Building)" to write a rave and a rant. Not hard for me, I seem to be ranking all the time now, ha!
Lorca" Poet in NY is a powerful one, written in the year he spent in NYC at the beginning of the crash.
The Panel was good again
1-2:30pm Panel: Ethos of Culture in Prose
Laird Hunt (chair), Stephen Graham Jones, Jaime Manrique, Thalia Field, Bhanu Kapil
some real give and take around the issue of culture, race, poverty, I felt my teacher ws excellent when talking about his journey as a gay South American writer.
3-4pm Lecture by Joanne Kyger was good. She walked through the history of Buddhism and ended with its influence and presence in Poetry, at least in America. The gift of this event was it was given by one of the people who lived through pre Beat, Beat and up to today. She gave a powerful reading last night as well.
4:15-5:15pm Prose Chat with Jaime Manrique
This was fun to hear how he writes, thinks about writing and his life and activism. These are the sessions that leave many gifts in your bag and heart. Disciple, five years on a novel, writing everyday, and a freedom in writing poetry. When asked when he was the most relaxed, he answered "writing poetry". I look forward to his reading later this week. I hope to read for five minutes on Friday.
More today (Wed), not as heavy a schedule. Peace ko shin
Thalia Field, Ross Gay, Joanne Kyger, Linh Dinh, Bobbie Louise Hawkins
What a wonderful evening of many styles of poetry. I have a recording hopefully I can get it on here somehow.
The day was filled with our work shop in the morning after Meditation time. We were challenged after reading part of Sor juana ines de l Cruz's "First I Dream" and then Federico Garcia Lorca's "Cry to Rome (From the Tower of the Chrysler Building)" to write a rave and a rant. Not hard for me, I seem to be ranking all the time now, ha!
Lorca" Poet in NY is a powerful one, written in the year he spent in NYC at the beginning of the crash.
The Panel was good again
1-2:30pm Panel: Ethos of Culture in Prose
Laird Hunt (chair), Stephen Graham Jones, Jaime Manrique, Thalia Field, Bhanu Kapil
some real give and take around the issue of culture, race, poverty, I felt my teacher ws excellent when talking about his journey as a gay South American writer.
3-4pm Lecture by Joanne Kyger was good. She walked through the history of Buddhism and ended with its influence and presence in Poetry, at least in America. The gift of this event was it was given by one of the people who lived through pre Beat, Beat and up to today. She gave a powerful reading last night as well.
4:15-5:15pm Prose Chat with Jaime Manrique
This was fun to hear how he writes, thinks about writing and his life and activism. These are the sessions that leave many gifts in your bag and heart. Disciple, five years on a novel, writing everyday, and a freedom in writing poetry. When asked when he was the most relaxed, he answered "writing poetry". I look forward to his reading later this week. I hope to read for five minutes on Friday.
More today (Wed), not as heavy a schedule. Peace ko shin
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