Loren’s Memorial at the Cedar – Family Shares

by Terry McDaniel.

I made a little video with parts from the Memorial for Loren. I thought what the family said was very powerful and the whole memorial was amazing.

Man on the Moon

by Peter Henry

Seven hundred moons in Loren’s eyes,
Ten thousand years, one hundred ways wise.

Yellow Medicine County and the Kellen farm bore this bearded child,
A maker of masks, master of dances–archetypical man-wild.

A farmer’s son, who rose to work and learned his lessons in the yard,
Blades were sharp, days too long and truly labor hard.

To his grandma’s place for a Sunday dinner came Loren hat in hand,
Folded linens, the scent of home and always vegetables canned.

But not for farming was Loren’s life, just fields and pigs and grain,
It was to city folk he awoke his genius for living again. (more…)

Yes, that’s how it was…

Thinking of Loren by Anita White

Thinking of Loren by Anita White

-poem by Anita White

Yes, that’s how it was….
…………for Loren…….

in the days
that followed
Loren Kellen’s death

the sky
just couldn’t stop crying
and either could we (more…)

Sail On, Loren

-by Mark Safford

Loren was Prometheus as inventor, Sisyphus as performer, Apollo as the bringer of the sun, Lover in the truest sense of the word and a vital energy that this world needs to stay in balance. Loren shared and his swing was a testament to his confidence and ability in life’s pleasures. He was a ready hand at whatever he put his energies to, and those energies were significant. An active force of reuse and reanimation Loren was a collector collaborator and creator of quality moments in life. Dancing with Otis Ouray on fiery blacktop. Brilliant rough hewn flamingos speak to both his artistry and his capacity for love of life. Always an adventurer, navigating rivers, or Lake street on the equinox. He was and is a beautiful incarnation and my head burns with a welling sadness for Lisa and all of those who will miss him. There are few who live life so well.

Loren!! Honor and Love to You

Loren Kellenby Sandy Spieler

Loren!! Honor and Love to you as you journey into a great mystery!!

Thank you for leaving your vibrant influence and indelible mark on so much of the life here at the theatre—exuberant, passionate vision and energy, inventive construction techniques, sweet friendship, generous hard work, instigation of infectious dance and celebration.

You are carried in our hearts and hands now. May we illuminated your soul of such vision and energy, somehow, someway. Ah Loren! Can you hear , can you feel our loving now? And our enormous thank you for the years you’ve shared with us!

Paddling with Loren

Loren-Canoe-Groupby Yiscah Bracha

Loren had a date to paddle on Lake Hiawatha, Sunday at sunset. His companions decided to keep the date, and word spread through the community. The ingathering of people and boats was like the early morning gathering at the park building on Powderhorn Lake to set up the Sun Flotilla at the culmination of MayDay. It was like the gathering of people and boats on the last Thursday of March each year, to paddle the Cannon and Mississippi Rivers, from Cannon Falls to Red Wing. And numerous other canoe gatherings.

We greeted with sobs and hugs. Lisa had brought boxes of hats from his enormous collection, and Loren headgear spread into the world. Some had brought canoe mounts he had made. Most everyone wore red, so that every time you saw movement in the corner of your eye, you thought that Loren was there. We laughed, we cried, we launched the boats. A long spread out stream circled the lake, with plaintive tunes from the trombones and trumpets rippling over the water. The boats got closer together the second time we rounded the lake. A blast from a conch shell rang out and the drums responded – the built drums, so like the ones he built, with the skins he got from the tanner in Cosmos, MN. But also using the rims and the sides of the canoes as drums, the way he would use anything that he could beat.

Clusters of boats gathered as the occupants held hands and talked. Then the clusters dispersed and reformed. It had been cloudy and drizzly all day, but just like the miracles that so often happened on MayDay, the sun broke through just as we were about to launch the boats. It was low in the sky by then, streaming through the slim gap between the marbled clouds above and the horizon of newly tinted trees below. By the time the clusters of boats on the lake gathered and dispersed, and gathered and dispersed, a full rainbowed sunset was underway.

Finally, a cluster of all the boats formed in the middle of the lake. Silence. Someone started to sing, others joined in. That song ended, another began. Silence again. Someone tapped a low rumble of a drumbeat, others joined in. Silence again. Many colors of gray and slate, on the water and in the sky. Someone passed a burning cigar of sage, and the pungent aroma enveloped us. Tears. Finally, someone shouted: “Hallelujah Loren!”, and we all shouted, and banged the canoes and drums, and yelled to the sky.

It is exactly the way he wanted it. We will miss him dearly, but he has left so much behind, that elements of his spirit will always remain in the world.

-Yiscah Bracha

See photos from the event here
See a video of this event

When Death Comes

A video slideshow tribute to Loren Kellen, featuring various photos of one of Loren’s favorite creations, the Flamingo Bicycle.

Dear Sun Crews Past and Future

Loren Kellen with Sun Boats-from Maren Ward

Dear Sun crews past and future, You may or may not have heard by now: our beloved Capn Bobber, Loren Kellen, has sailed on to the other world. He had a heart attack in his van on the lake street peace bridge at around 3pm on Friday, Oct. 2nd, 2009. He was surely an extraordinary person and to say he will be missed is probably the biggest understatement I’ve ever uttered. peace, Maren”

photo: Eric Altenberg

Loren Kellen Celebration · November 8


Loren Kellen WindvaneSeptember 12, 1948 – October 2, 2009

Circle of Life Celebration

Sunday November 8 2009
5:00 – 7:30 pm

Cedar Cultural Center
416 Cedar Avenue (West Bank) Minneapolis

Friends, family, neighbors and admirers, gather to honor the remarkable life of this remarkable man. Exhibits and slide shows of his life and work will be on display; objects from his astounding collection of artifacts will be given away. Musicians from three traditions he most loved will play (acoustic instruments from the folk dance community, percussion, and brass). Remembrances will be shared through stories, poems, songs, and performance pieces. The evening concludes with a community-prepared meal, more music, and sharing.