In naroped (♥_♥)
I'm sorry for my monolingual spanish readers (as if) but this post is entirely in english because is dedicated to my new friends from Naropa SWP.
I thought about entitle this entry "Una temporada fuera del infierno" but I chose "In naroped" because... I am!
Leaving the bloody desert of Juárez for the peaceful mountains in Boulder, CO, can be a shocking experience, You know? The new allergies that I discovered and the altitud and the unavoidable racism of a Colorado Bookstore employee could not change the fact that i just have a huge crush on Naropa University. I really hope I could afford to go there to the Contemplative Education Program next summer... or in 2012 (if I'm alive then, in spite my midget killer son of a bitch president and his fake "against drugs" war, you never know).
During my stay with my old dear friends Dolores Dorantes and Jen Hofer, I met wonderful people whom I like to say thank you and to offer my friendship. So, it was wonderful to meet you Lisa Briman and Jasper Peslin, you girls where the best and kind and everything good. You have a friend house in Juarez (I wish I had a Bunker or something, though, sorry).
Special mentioning my great brunch with the Hunt-Sikelianos family. You guys are super cool. I had a great time eating bagels with salmon, cappers and chive and dill, yummie!! Eleni gave me his California poem that i really love. She's such a good beautiful person and poet. I'm so grateful that you guys open your house to me, and my house will always be open for you.
I thought about entitle this entry "Una temporada fuera del infierno" but I chose "In naroped" because... I am!
Leaving the bloody desert of Juárez for the peaceful mountains in Boulder, CO, can be a shocking experience, You know? The new allergies that I discovered and the altitud and the unavoidable racism of a Colorado Bookstore employee could not change the fact that i just have a huge crush on Naropa University. I really hope I could afford to go there to the Contemplative Education Program next summer... or in 2012 (if I'm alive then, in spite my midget killer son of a bitch president and his fake "against drugs" war, you never know).
During my stay with my old dear friends Dolores Dorantes and Jen Hofer, I met wonderful people whom I like to say thank you and to offer my friendship. So, it was wonderful to meet you Lisa Briman and Jasper Peslin, you girls where the best and kind and everything good. You have a friend house in Juarez (I wish I had a Bunker or something, though, sorry).
Special mentioning my great brunch with the Hunt-Sikelianos family. You guys are super cool. I had a great time eating bagels with salmon, cappers and chive and dill, yummie!! Eleni gave me his California poem that i really love. She's such a good beautiful person and poet. I'm so grateful that you guys open your house to me, and my house will always be open for you.
Photo by Jasper Peslin
A great experience also the dinner at Jack Collom's house. Yes I had the experience to have some indian food with Jack Collom, Anselm Hollo, Bob Holman, Jack Hirschman, and the beautiful Margaret Randall and Anne Waldman. I was just serving my self some curry chicken when I turn and a woman says: "Hi, I'm Anne Waldman". I just stood there, that never had happen to me before. Being in that dinner with all these amaizing poets and activists, make me understand what a literary and political movement means, not that shit that teach us in college (specially in my college that is the worst literature school in the whole fuckin' world).
I also met this woderful writers who where in Naropa to teach in the SWP: Murat Namet-Nejat, Sherwin Bitsui (who BTW won my award as the hottest one), Akilah Oliver and Erick Anderson (who is also kindda cute... and married). All of them have amazing work as poets, Although i have to say a didn't understad Anderson's work... but I heard is great, may be the lenguage barrier or something.
I almost missed Banu Kapil, but i had the oportunity to talk to her a few magic minutes before we leave to the airport. Thank you, Banu, for the "bear in the woods" and the card. Kisses.
The character of the week was Bob Holman, He is hilarious. Defenetly the funniest and crazy guy in the place. We share some beers and I have to say is a great company and a very very interesting man... and showman.
I also have an interesting chat with Joseph Richy about Juarez and how our mutual govermments are faking a war against the drugs and killing us poor dumb mexicans. Joe is a journalist with a lot of experience, an perseverance BTW. He said he wanted an interview with me and Dolores (he meant with Dolores only, but it was nice for him to say "you guys"). Keep it, Joe!! Oh, is wonderful when you can tell the truth about La Calderona Asesina in the USA!!
Hope to see you all guys some day id I survive this war (that, BTW, I was dying to come back by the end of the week).
I have a confession to make. The last day I went to buy a post card for my friend David in NJ, when I ended up buying the books of Chelsea Handler and I had the best time laughing. She's kindda like me, but with a kaslapas. I send you the post card, David, I wanted to be a surprise but may be you'll never get it so I'm telling you. I'll send you my book soon too. ♥ you,
Naropa is an oasis, not a mirage. But, after some time in the mountain paradise drinking wonderful home made beer with a city full of poets and good crazy people, you just miss this desert border hell with its blood and bullets and federals and dust and heat and...
I ♥ Boulder. I ♥ Naropa. I ♥ poetry (you bitch!)
A great experience also the dinner at Jack Collom's house. Yes I had the experience to have some indian food with Jack Collom, Anselm Hollo, Bob Holman, Jack Hirschman, and the beautiful Margaret Randall and Anne Waldman. I was just serving my self some curry chicken when I turn and a woman says: "Hi, I'm Anne Waldman". I just stood there, that never had happen to me before. Being in that dinner with all these amaizing poets and activists, make me understand what a literary and political movement means, not that shit that teach us in college (specially in my college that is the worst literature school in the whole fuckin' world).
I also met this woderful writers who where in Naropa to teach in the SWP: Murat Namet-Nejat, Sherwin Bitsui (who BTW won my award as the hottest one), Akilah Oliver and Erick Anderson (who is also kindda cute... and married). All of them have amazing work as poets, Although i have to say a didn't understad Anderson's work... but I heard is great, may be the lenguage barrier or something.
I almost missed Banu Kapil, but i had the oportunity to talk to her a few magic minutes before we leave to the airport. Thank you, Banu, for the "bear in the woods" and the card. Kisses.
The character of the week was Bob Holman, He is hilarious. Defenetly the funniest and crazy guy in the place. We share some beers and I have to say is a great company and a very very interesting man... and showman.
I also have an interesting chat with Joseph Richy about Juarez and how our mutual govermments are faking a war against the drugs and killing us poor dumb mexicans. Joe is a journalist with a lot of experience, an perseverance BTW. He said he wanted an interview with me and Dolores (he meant with Dolores only, but it was nice for him to say "you guys"). Keep it, Joe!! Oh, is wonderful when you can tell the truth about La Calderona Asesina in the USA!!
Hope to see you all guys some day id I survive this war (that, BTW, I was dying to come back by the end of the week).
I have a confession to make. The last day I went to buy a post card for my friend David in NJ, when I ended up buying the books of Chelsea Handler and I had the best time laughing. She's kindda like me, but with a kaslapas. I send you the post card, David, I wanted to be a surprise but may be you'll never get it so I'm telling you. I'll send you my book soon too. ♥ you,
Naropa is an oasis, not a mirage. But, after some time in the mountain paradise drinking wonderful home made beer with a city full of poets and good crazy people, you just miss this desert border hell with its blood and bullets and federals and dust and heat and...
I ♥ Boulder. I ♥ Naropa. I ♥ poetry (you bitch!)
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