Still saddened by the news of the death of the wonderful prose writer and long-time Naropa teacher, Bobbie-Louise Hawkins. Previous postings on Bobbie on the Allen Ginsberg Project can be found here and here. We miss you, Bobbie, your warm and wise insights, that wonderful Texan drawl! We miss you!
[Anselm Hollo, Tom Raworth, Bobbie-Louise Hawkins, Jenny Dorn – photograph Jane Dalrymple-Hollo]
[Anselm Hollo, Anne Waldman, Bobbie-Louise Hawkins, Jack Collom – photograph Jane Dalrymple-Hollo]
[Joanne Kyger, Allen Ginsberg, Bobbie-Louise Hawkins, Peter Orlovsky, Michael McClure and Diane Wakowski, at a poetry festival, Bisbee, Arizona, August 1980 – courtesy of the Allen … Read More
Following the death of Larry Fagin, news reaches us this morning of the death of another of the great Naropa poet-teachers, Jack Collom. When Allen and Anne Waldman set up the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics in 1974 in Boulder, Colorado, Colorado already had one distinctive inventive joyful maverick poet at hand, Jack Collom. He was swiftly engaged in the experiment and soon (not soon enough, as we recall) became an integral part of the faculty. This page (from the Naropa University Archive) provides links to countless instances of Jack’s participation. We might, arbitrarily, single out … Read More
Here are all the details. From June 11 to July 1st – “The New Weathers” – Anne Waldman explains: “By The New Weathers, we intend to name the ramifications of climate change wrought in the Anthropocene. The luminous details evidencing these changes abound, and daily the case of inevitably grows. These are urgent days, and a new world is possible––and this world is yet worth struggling for. To face facts with creative and spirited resolve; to see through webs of ignorance and power; to witness and study, … Read More
[Hanging scroll of an Indian Buddhist arhat by Japanese painter, Shiba Kokan (1747-1818)]
AG: Then there’s the Śrāvaka Buddha as part of the Hinayana. The guy who just meditates for himself and never gets out of it into the bodhisattvapath. So there’s an old Chinese poem deriding an aged monk for worshipping the sutras, for worshipping the books themselves.
AG: (But) to begin with, you’ve got to begin somewhere, so that’s why you begin with the breath – or (William Carlos) Williams might begin with the Red Wheelbarrow, or, in his old age (a very interesting thing, he’s got his old age poem [“The World Contracted to a Recognizable Image“] about how he’s lying in bed and his mind’s fastened to a picture on the wall, like a fly clinging to a wall. As his consciousness was fading, he kept focusing just on this one picture on the hospital wall, from his hospital bed).