Rönnog Seaberg has died
October 20, 2007 at 8:54 am by Andisheh Nouraee in NewsSeveral local bloggers and contributors to Atlanta’s ARTNEWS listserv report Rönnog Seaberg died Wednesday. She was 75.
Seaberg was best known in Atlanta for performing acrobatic poetry with her husband, Steve.
Here’s a clip of the Seabergs performing in 1998.
October 21st, 2007 at 8:57 am
Andishee,
Here is a website with more information about Ronnog and Seaberg Acrobatic Poetry.
http://www.seaberg-acrobaticpoetry.com
October 21st, 2007 at 9:47 am
Thank you, Mark. I meant to include that originally.
October 23rd, 2007 at 2:24 pm
I saw these two perform several times over the years around town at open mic nights and also at the eyedrum gallery. Their act was pretty incredible. There were always a few snickers from the crowd for the first few seconds, but respectful silence followed quickly when it became apparent how well rehearsed and devoted they were.
October 28th, 2007 at 2:24 pm
Ronnog Seagerg was a true rare gem of an original. She was and will always
be in my mind an artist of the highest caliber. Ronnog’s life was poetry. She lived
and breathed as a poet. Her legacy will live on in in my work and I am sure in many others that she touched. And it wasn’t easy. Not in this money, youth, beauty driven culture of today. It’s hard to survive as a true artist in this world…..and Ronnog continually acknowledged this cold hard truth…which provided support to many artists. She provided opportunities for discussion, community, and hope. I will miss her.
Ronnog gave me a beautiful hand written book about eggs that I will always cherish:
Here is one of the poems:
Little do we guess
that less and less
will give us hope
to cope
and conquer the mess.
Beaten eggs
and eggs of sorrow.
too, get eaten
for tomorrow.
-Ronnog Seaberg
3-18-00
October 29th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
Ronnog, and her friend and husband Steve, have influenced my life and work for almost forty years. The notable fact about Ronnog, she always made the unusual seem usual in her life. I try hard to get the simple honest speech of her work in my own work. It ain’t easy unless you are Ronnog. I feel the admonition from her now about my ranting her praises. She would not approve. She would tell me so.
When Steve notified me of her death I felt lost. I railed inside at god, nature, muse, or any programmer who could include Ronnog’s death in this operating system’s code called Creation, universe, or Is. I remember every admonition from her life, the way she lived and loved folk. How she would apologize if she thought that she was rude even when you, in fact, didn’t perceive rudeness.
I know the memorial now, not a poem, though that may come out, but to live the way that she lived. The simple honest speech of her work is easy compared to the calm, loving, humane, compassionate, and honest way that she lived. I will try Steve, you know me; you know that it will be difficult for me to do. She lived in a way that made me more peaceful just to be near her, to know her, and Steve. I have to live better, calmer, honest, and peaceful now so my life will join hers.
June 3rd, 2009 at 5:07 pm
Just came across Rönnog and Steve today on Swedish television with their movie with JB Lenoir, only to find out she is gone over a year ago… Hope Steve that you hold on. Love, BossE from Sweden