The Peace Poems Busan event went well. Ten people showed and most presented something. It was a good atmosphere that invited discussion. Mostly, the people were friends of J’s and mine, but they are keen and politically committed to such activity.
We fell upon a nice space, after all. It is a space given over to community use and activism, with a café to help pay for it. We got it free today through a favour granted to a friend involved in setting up the event.
We all decided to make this a continuing project and we plan to carry forward by doing another such event next month. We video recorded the recitals and readings, for we want to post a record of the event on our webpage and promote our continuing activity. Y was there and she took photos for us.
I presented two of my compositions. Someone read J’s original poem for him, and J read that of a friend who could not be present. Then J sang a song in Korean. The venue provided a poem which they had left written in chalk on a blackboard leaning against the wall. Y read a poem by a published writer, and the speech from Charlie Chaplin’s last film, the satire of the Nazis (“I don’t want to be an Emperor”). B came, though she just listened. A young Iranian attended, and she finally opened up and read a poem by Kipling (“If”). J’s friend A, who denied every having written his own poetry at first, pulled out one of his own, finally, and recited it. It turns out that he is an activist who went to Gangeong to join in protests against the construction of the US military base for several weeks. The people running the café are involved in anti-nuclear technology actions.
I still have the flu so have kept my activity to a minimum all day. I have been wanting to sleep a lot. It is 8:45, and I am about to hit the hay.