tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54860892011-12-01T13:28:39.236-08:00Renee ZepedaThe Diaries 2005-PresentReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1123697973526955282005-08-10T11:02:00.000-07:002011-12-01T13:28:39.248-08:00GEORGIA O’KEEFFE & THE ART OF SECRECYBy Renée M. ZepedaM.F.A CandidateReneeZepeda@gmail.comFor D. Preziosi’s Reading ArtNaropa UniversityFall 2004As a young painter, Georgia O’Keeffe preferred to visit galleries of living artists rather than museums that contained whatever America seemed to be finished with. This is revelatory of a painter who valued the vitality that she found in the phenomenal Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1113000420465612852005-04-08T15:28:00.000-07:002009-05-08T13:46:48.710-07:00From H.D.'s NOTES ON THOUGHT AND VISION (City Lights, 1982)Normal consciousness, pricks of everydaydiscomfort, jealousy and despair and variousforms of unhappiness that are the invariableaccompaniment of any true, deep relationship,all this may be symbolized by a thistle.There are two ways of escaping the painand despair of life, and of the rarest, mostsubtle dangerous and ensnaring gift that Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1107297849104284552005-02-01T14:28:00.000-08:002010-10-29T04:58:20.102-07:00Naropa University7 February 2005JOANNE KYGER—WRITER OF THE JAPAN AND INDIA JOURNALSDuring the Summer Writing Program of 2001, I had the Great opportunity to study with Joanne Kyger. Her workshop—INVESTIGATIVE POETICS—introduced such fellow writers as Ed Sanders, Jack Spicer, Ed Dorn and Alice Notley. We read from Ed Sanders’ 1968: A History in Verse, The House That Jack Built: The Collected Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1106070892587314912005-01-18T09:50:00.000-08:002010-10-12T14:11:23.002-07:00Renee M. ZepedaWRI 723: East Meets WestJanuary 16, 200510 Terms Related to Post-Colonial ConditionsNew—What is striking about the ‘new’ internationalism is that the move from the specific to the general, from material to metaphoric, is not a smooth passage of transition and transcendence (Locations of Culture, 5). Certain things make me new again: fasting, rosemary baths, beeswax candles, art,Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1105838087121646092005-01-15T17:02:00.000-08:002005-01-24T19:11:23.523-08:00Littlemartian swam for two hours undisturbed in her new pair of Speedos
goggles, Nike swimming cap (for disguise), and chartreuse suit.
Outcome:
Wonderful sense of aliveness in body and mind. Slightly
waterlogged in the ears, and wet of hair, yet feeling good
overall. No need to milk-thistle the liver today!
And now for her next death-defying act:
finding a nice jar of artichoke hearts to add Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1105125766990771082005-01-07T11:20:00.000-08:002005-01-07T11:22:46.990-08:00Looking into...
David Mamet
Marfa, Texas
swimming caps
Stay tuned for: swimming at The University of Colorado
's Olympic size pool, meeting hot male swimmers in speedos
and painting with Naples yellow...Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1104278553398844232004-12-28T15:49:00.000-08:002004-12-28T16:03:37.896-08:00Today I've been reading Philip Whalen's poems
in Anne Waldman's Angel Hair Anthology.
Cozy inside, snow falling in Pennsylvania, another
version of Christmas:
DEMACHI
Lady leans over the table writing
Takarabune coffeeshop
Is there a large spider descending from her hair?
It swings in space just below her cheek
The top of a ball-point pen
"Santa Claus is coming/ To town!"
***
A funny trip to Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1102291077651672082004-12-05T15:52:00.000-08:002004-12-05T16:38:24.696-08:00December in Boulder (a nature walk)
Paseo del Prado
Birds squeaking, longshadow:
"Morning swings in a moonsplashed hole."
Maya Place
2 large tractors in yard
1 green
1 bright ORANGE (like my sweater
and daisies bought yesterday
in imitation of O'Keeffe's Red Poppy.)
"Looking out the door we can see Venus rising.
Ok. There she is."
Abeya
Yellowoman on bike moving slowly over ice
shows me Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1100227561794323602004-11-11T18:41:00.000-08:002004-11-11T18:57:10.893-08:00from Luce Irigary's between east and west
(Columbia University Press, 2002):
"There is much
that is strange,
but nothing that
surpasses man
in strangeness"
(Sophocles, Antigone, vv.332-333) .
My babies parade waving their innocent flags
an unpublished philosopher, a [woman] who [will]
column after column down colonnade of rust
in my paintings, for they are present
I am wary of the [Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1099879000536516302004-11-07T17:48:00.000-08:002004-11-07T17:56:40.536-08:00Motorcycle Diaries: I went to see it today and greatly appreciated the luscious South American scenery and Gael García Bernal, the handsome actor from Amores Perros. I should warn you though to brace yourself for the wrenching images of poverty and consequent neglect. Ron Silliman has some intelligent things to say about the film in his web log: ronsilliman.blogspot.com. He also offers someReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1099769285516425702004-11-06T11:25:00.000-08:002004-11-06T11:28:05.516-08:00Despite new teaching methods, the achievement gap between the sexes remains. A 2002 study at Yale Law showed that disproportionately more men than women took prestigious clerkships at the Court of Appeals after graduation. A study at Harvard Law released earlier this year found that far fewer female students win spots on The Harvard Law Review's editorial board. Of 46 editors added this year, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1099692481396488752004-11-05T14:05:00.000-08:002004-11-05T14:08:01.396-08:00Nina Cassian. I may have posted her already. I found her on the internet:
Youthing
It's like the process of aging.
Just a process.
Your hair starts to grow wilder,
your skin gets smoother,
your appetites increase.
Suddenly, you sing in the shower
and in the rain,
you discover a plant you've never seen before
and you munch it.
What's that tiny star on your left temple?
Maybe a bird scratched Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1099360811379842082004-11-01T17:58:00.000-08:002004-11-01T18:08:48.220-08:00And bring your music forth into the air
By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet
Music for the time doth change his nature
The man that hath no music in himself
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
-Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1098830934646237122004-10-26T15:45:00.000-07:002004-10-26T15:52:14.546-07:00FRIDA, as a teenager
is in a terrible bus accident.
Surreal animation of hospital scenes.
A full body cast.
Her father buys her an easel and canvas.
While in bed, she paints herself and her sister.
Begins to walk with a cane.
“Do you believe that I should continue to paint?”
She asks Diego Rivera.
He says yes.
Eventually, they get married—-twice.
They visit New York.
“We’ll take Gringolandia Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1098410717157461742004-10-21T19:03:00.000-07:002004-10-21T19:05:17.156-07:00I finished the Descent of Alette today.
To Summarize:
Alette goes into the underground subway.
She sees many Dante-esque sights.
She sees many souls in Purgatory.
She sees snakes and a headless woman.
She helps the headless woman reattach her head
after the woman tells her that gurus and holy men
and saints and wise menand heroes and poets are
like simple drunks, are cruel and frivolous.
The Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1097879065528706682004-10-15T15:22:00.000-07:002004-10-15T15:51:34.493-07:00Yesterday I watched the Transatlantic Howl Reading online here:
http://arts.internet2.edu/howl.html
I saw Joanne Kyger and Anne Waldman and Anne Carson
and the readers from England
and Pulitzer Prize Finalist ALICE NOTLEY! in Paris
and Ken Mikolowski and Amiri Baraka and Steven Taylor.
What a lovely voice Alice Notley has!
She swayed as she read the footnote to Howl and
"Holy MagnanimityReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1096174947905789292004-09-25T21:22:00.000-07:002004-09-25T22:04:37.736-07:00Taking a break from the book Technician's of the Sacred's
Fragments of the Pyramid Texts
("Thy face is like............................................")
I took at peek at The New York Times online to see
what new thing they had to entice me.
Low and behold, there is an article dedicated SOLELY
to bloggers. Imagine my joy at the discovery of others like me.
Especially this (cute/intellectual) Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1096138255249212202004-09-25T11:47:00.000-07:002004-09-25T11:52:51.150-07:00SAN SEBASTIÁN, Spain, Sept. 24 - For over half a century, Spain's film community has gathered here each fall to honor the subversive power of cinema.
But judging by the opening gala for the 52nd San Sebastián International Film Festival on Sept. 17, that claim might seem dubious. Roaring crowds welcomed Woody Allen, Pedro Almodóvar and a parade of stars along a red carpet into the gleaming, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1095534728208867672004-09-18T13:07:00.000-07:002004-09-18T12:13:18.516-07:00from Eleni Sikelianos's "The California Poem:"
In my seekness I
salute California as Empire
which rendered us capsized
to sizes of hipses & thighses
but like a burger I will rise
in bits of bodily heat such as
god's abstinence to show
the Sun's always a virgin in this assembled
paradise and every gray whale is gorging
on amphipods amidst the quantum foam
***
See also Sikelianos's: The Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1095129975112128622004-09-13T19:39:00.000-07:002004-09-18T12:15:16.093-07:00cos·mol·o·gy Pronunciation: käz-'mä-l&-jE
Etymology: New Latin cosmologia, from Greek kosmos + New Latin -logia -logy1
a : a branch of metaphysics that deals with the nature of the universe
b : a theory or doctrine describing the natural order of the universe
2 : a branch of astronomy that deals with the origin, structure, and space-time relationships of the universe; also : a theory dealing withReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1095066970734410022004-09-13T02:04:00.000-07:002004-09-13T02:16:10.733-07:00On Mother Courage and Her Children
by Bertolt Brecht
Brecht's Mother Courage and Her Children
takes placein Europe in the 1600s during the 30 Years War.
Mother Courage tries to be a businesswoman during a war that takes
all of her children. One child becomes a soldier,
another a money-counter, and the third, Kattrin, is marred & shot.
Unable to marry or have children, Kattrin's only recourse
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1094340261683484612004-09-04T16:21:00.000-07:002004-09-04T16:24:21.683-07:00Today my bed arrived (a mammoth!) and Bjork's new album Medulla (!)
now I'm waiting for my friend Kerry the masseuse to call me.
from Sanskrit Love Poetry edited by W.S. Merwin:
The goddess Laksmi
loves to make love
to Vishnu
from on top
looking down she sees
in his navel a lotus
and on it Brahma, the god
but she can't bear
to stop
so she puts her hand
over Vishu's right eye
which is the sun
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1093712113025588772004-08-28T09:45:00.000-07:002004-08-28T09:56:34.546-07:00from The Art of Happiness
by His Holiness The Dalai Lama
p193:
Settling comfortably into his chair one morning, the Dalai Lama explained the value of leading a balanced life.
"The practice of Dharma, real spiritual practice, is in some sense like a voltage stabilizer. The function of the stabilizer is to prevent irregular power surges and instead give you a stable and constant sense of power."Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1093669558771552432004-08-27T21:51:00.000-07:002004-08-27T22:05:58.773-07:00An Interview with Francesco Clemente Inspired By
Helen
by Francesco Clemente
in the new issue of Black Book
FC: What do you think?
Renee: (silent with jealousy)
FC: Well?
Renee: Do you want to go dancing with me?
FC: Renee Zepeda and Francesco Clemente dancing?
Renee: Why not?
FC: I don't know.
Renee: I guess I could see what Robert DeNiro is up to.
FC: Yes.
Renee: What did you and Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1093329678348650482004-08-23T23:29:00.000-07:002004-08-23T23:41:18.350-07:00Letter Home
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Dear,
There are all of these lonely people in Borders on a Thursday night. It makes me wonder why they are Here. I know why I’M here—I’m here because my legs need a rest from peddling my bike. I’m not lonely, just lacking a person to cuddle.
Today I learned that lack of a car is considered a setback on the same level as being a woman, or growing up in a Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1091631422967766332004-08-04T07:35:00.000-07:002004-08-04T08:13:28.026-07:00Last weekend Andrea and I went to see The Manchurian Candidate.
Already I've managed to block out most of it from memory.
I remember Meryl Streep's glassy pink eyes...
Denzel Washington saying I'm not crazy. A vampirish doctor.
But I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about
Breakfast; omelettes, bagels, coffee with soy milk & brown sugar.
"As soon as you disengage from the computer,Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1091580502403065652004-08-03T17:45:00.000-07:002004-08-03T17:48:22.403-07:00from The Academy of AP--
H.D.:
Stars Wheel in Purple
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion's sapphires, luminous;
yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1091064119791756652004-07-28T18:21:00.000-07:002004-07-28T18:21:59.790-07:00Essay on Anne Carson, Sappho, & Virginia Woolf, With Poem
Today I read an essay on Slate.com about Anne Carson. The essay was all about the mention of her book Eros the Bittersweet on a TV show called The L-Word. What would Anne Carson think of this show? What would she do today if she were me? I don’t have her book, Men in the Off-Hours to refer to since it is packed already. I think Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1089765263808391342004-07-13T16:58:00.000-07:002004-07-13T17:51:01.493-07:00Interview with The New York Times
Renee: I saw you had an interesting article on body schemas in the science section today.
The Times: Yes... That was clever. (Aside to PR assistant: What are body schemas again?)
PR Assistant: Body schemas are created by the brain to develop a sense of space perception around the body.
Renee: The statement about jockeys feeling as if they become one Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1089700190405883502004-07-12T23:19:00.000-07:002004-07-12T23:29:50.406-07:00Yogi Fasting Tea
Tastes like licorice, gotu kolu
and freeze dried strawberries.
About 5 cups of it after weekend debauchery.
Makes me sleepy.
I think about swimming, lifting weights
and Flaubert. (Just kidding, I don't
really think about Flaubert.)
I think about a lot of money.
A green light blinks. Blink-blink.
Joe doesn't miss his bling-bling.
He plays tiddly-winks in the Caribbean.
He Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1088960729449276452004-07-04T09:56:00.000-07:002004-07-04T10:05:29.450-07:00Oak Park, Chicago.
Fireworks last night over the Lake
and a beer at the Clinton Hotel.
Muggy this morning. I read Maureen Dowd's
take on the past forty years in the times.
An unspecified longing fills me.
Purple lillies rock gently in the wind.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1088798873959106302004-07-02T13:03:00.000-07:002004-07-02T13:07:53.960-07:00I am enjoying sitting in Angell Hall today.
It's Friday and I'm going to a barbecue with Jason
and Wen and Megan and Emi later on.
That's it. Gotta go!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1087357589829265262004-06-15T20:25:00.000-07:002004-06-21T15:21:05.060-07:00The Pistons Beat The Lakers!
Treasure of the Sierra Madre will play on Sunday
at Michigan Theater...
David Sedaris was on NPR today
speaking with Terry Gross about
his new book called
Dress Your Family in Corduroy & Denim.
I went to Borders to check it out.
Two older women, fifties--
one 200 lbs--exclaims
"The coffee is burnt, the coffee is burnt.
Taste it, taste it. Go ahead."
"No!"
And:
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1086992365615920512004-06-11T15:16:00.000-07:002004-06-11T15:19:25.616-07:00Dear Friends,
I will be in Angell Hall tonight
(Friday, June 11, 2004)
between 6pm and 10pm.
Love,
ReneeReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1086559040123216702004-06-06T14:45:00.000-07:002004-06-21T15:23:51.363-07:00Top Ten Things I Learned From The New York Times Today
(Sunday, June 6, 2004)
1. Helen Fielding's new take on the female James Bond.
2. Sequel movie to BJ's Diary is now in the making.
3. BJ's Diary was based on Austen's Pride and Prejudice.
4. Harry Potter did the best opening movie sales.
5. Clinton has a new book--a 1000 page memoir.
6. President Reagan died on Saturday.
7. Mourners Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1085712509568210812004-05-27T19:29:00.000-07:002004-06-21T15:25:17.726-07:00Hepburn And Hopper Reunited
after J.A.
Katharine in her study
Propped up his rose. "He does not want to stand."
She murmurs into the microphone.
The fuzzy dark microphone!
She wears the lyotard yoga Saturday.
She builds a tree out of Edward--
The result is a lither Edward.
In the music is a reprise.
"To be the tree--how would you like to be
The tree, green with farandolae, inside
Mitochondria?Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1085505390594654482004-05-25T10:02:00.000-07:002004-05-25T10:16:30.593-07:00Some Music
for J.A.
Again, I am as a listening child
When another plays his instrument
Wild, being a composition, or verse.
Picking out tossed down letters
Because it is our want at night
To keep the world from sleep
Alone, he and I
Light effigies upon the sky
To make a lovely show
That great peasant tradition, or
One merely human bent on magic
To touch, love, logic.
We sigh in the Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1085344445007959582004-05-23T13:19:00.000-07:002004-05-25T10:01:46.836-07:00Notes on Jhumpa Lahiri's
Pulitzer Prizewinning
Interpreter of Maladies
Published by Houghton Mifflin, 1999
short stories previously published by
The New Yorker, Agni Review, Epoch
Michiko Kakutani:
"Her prose is so eloquent
and assured that the reader forgets
this is her first book."
"Her tactile precision, poise--
objectivity, compassion--a
precocious debut."
Dedication:
For my parents and Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1085272090644232582004-05-22T16:56:00.000-07:002004-06-21T15:30:09.786-07:00I read The New York Times today.
I read Susan Sontag's article called The Photographs Are US.
Then I glanced at the article about Michael Moore's Best Film Award for Fahrenheit 9/11 at Cannes.
I just returned from 2 hours of swimming so my eyes are dry and there's water in my ears. There is supposed to be a thunderstorm warning tonight so the barbecue is cancelled. So now I get to write Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1084943749325968282004-05-18T21:54:00.000-07:002004-05-18T22:15:49.326-07:00Notes on Annie Hall Starring Diane Keaton
--Where are you from?
--Wisconsin
--You look very American--Healthy. You must never get sick.
(Annie's father reminds me of Garrison Keilor.)
She has chicken arms, wears smoking jackets
and white button down shirts, flowing pants
long, long, long hair
skin, teeth, nails
(Red Begonia's really make the Frank Sinatra Dream Scene)
There is a cartoon Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1084942208010110092004-05-18T21:39:00.000-07:002004-05-18T21:50:08.010-07:00Notes on Two Versions of Midsummer Night's Dream
(One in Ann Arbor, The Other in Stratford)
Written on workbook for the Glyptothek's Tempel von Aegina
1. The Arboretum was more comfortable.
2. Stratford had Diet Coke at intermission.
3. Lysander of Canada was Hot.
4. Oberon of Ann Arbor was Nimble.
5. The Arboretum was prettier than indoor stage.
6. The Canadian people were happier.
7. A little Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1084813343244604352004-05-17T10:01:00.000-07:002004-05-17T17:09:50.380-07:00Portrait of Frank O'Hara by Alice Neel
by Renee Zepeda
white linen pants
sea-blue sweater
blue linen shirt
w/collar tucked underneath
no earring
jagged boxer's nose (from a break)
blue eyes, Onyx fine trimmed hair
receeding hairline, large forehead
pronounced Adam's Apple
thin bluish tinted skin
emaciated look-- 140 lbs?
(how old is Frank here, circa 1960?)
pinkish, purple lilacs, fresh w/
waxyReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1083597248211860412004-05-03T08:14:00.000-07:002004-05-03T08:27:29.746-07:00"Senator let's be Sincere as much as We Can."--T. Amos
*****
Today I read the article about the Colombian Botero's war paintings
in the New York Times. It was odd to see Botero's
usually fat&happy people in poses of anguish.
Riddled with bullets, on bent knees, holding crosses above their heads.
Picasso's Guernica was mentioned in the article.
Guernica failed to stop the Spanish Civil War.
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1082929212306262642004-04-25T14:40:00.000-07:002004-04-25T15:02:06.686-07:00Mother's Day is May 9.
I wonder if my mother has a blender.
If so, I could buy her a Smoothie recipe book.
(Tofutti smoothies are the best!)
Erik gave me wild flowers today.
The March for Women's Lives happened in Washington today. I heard all about it as I graded English compositions and listened to NPR. Ann Richards said some things, as did Gloria Steinem and Hilary Clinton. The New York Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1082836812659046352004-04-24T13:00:00.000-07:002004-04-25T14:48:37.780-07:00I'm watching a bio about Uma Thurman on E.
Movies she's made (not in chronological order:)
1. Pulp Fiction
2. Henry and June
3. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
4. Beautiful Girls
5. Dangerous Liasions
6. Final Analysis
7. Kill Bill
8. Gattica
9. Batman and Robin
10. The Avengers
11. Hysterical Blindness
"How did Uma get to be so cool?" I ask Xiaonan.
"She uses the gifts that god Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1082512883731755432004-04-20T19:01:00.000-07:002004-04-20T19:04:21.483-07:00Director Wolfgang Peterson has a new movie in the works:
Troy. I love this director, who also made The Neverending Story.
I just watched the trailer for Troy on the internet. Impressive.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1082350094531744942004-04-18T21:48:00.000-07:002004-04-18T21:51:54.216-07:00High winds tonight. Ali Farka Toure. (I have not yet acquired Nora Jones' new album.) Anil's Ghost by M. Ondaatje (181):
A scarf tied around her head holds the earphones to her.
She needs music to push her into extremities of grace.
She wants grace, and it happens here only on these mornings or after a late-
afternoon downpour--when the air is light and cool, when there is also the
danger Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1082152975515208352004-04-16T15:02:00.000-07:002004-04-16T15:05:49.043-07:00Top Twenty Things to See On a Jog To Gallup Park in Ann Arbor, Michigan
1. Daffodils by dooryards blooming and the bluest flowers
2. Basketball players playing with their barbecues
3. Middle-aged women walking yorkshire terriers with ribbons on
4. Half-naked roller-bladers in pink shirts, white shirts, yellow shirts, and blue shorts
5. A man hiding underneath the bridge of Huron Parkway Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1081643687511071932004-04-10T17:34:00.000-07:002004-04-16T14:43:19.700-07:00I went to see Anne Carson's staged reading
of her play called Decreation at the Media Union
at The University of Michigan in Ann Arbor last night, Good Friday.
I'm glad for Professor Carson
that she was able to experience
her creation in the flesh--it's rare that artists are able to experience
the public's reaction to their work while they are alive.
I'm fortunate to have been able to Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1081463820024358072004-04-08T15:37:00.000-07:002004-04-08T15:39:45.090-07:00See Titian's Bacchus and Ariadne:
http://www.artchive.com/artchive/ftptoc/titian_ext.html
And Matisse's Snail at The Tate:
http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?cgroupid=999999961&workid=9396Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1081456746639844452004-04-08T13:39:00.000-07:002004-04-08T13:41:51.590-07:00A Few of My Favorite Places
I wonder how the weather in the Black Forest is this time of year--
I see that Bob Dylan is visiting Venice.
I've often wondered about Cabo San Lucas--
I have some long-lost relatives in County Sligo, Ireland--
There are some friends in Taipei, as well as Canberra, Austrailia--
I'm sure the people of Cameroon would be happy to see me--
Do you think I would like the Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1081136292564314162004-04-04T20:38:00.000-07:002004-04-04T20:40:53.810-07:00A registered self.--J.K.
Pratitya Samutpada:
Everything is interconnected;
if you do this to that
this happens.
Please don't hurt her anymore.
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1080297331834349092004-03-26T02:35:00.000-08:002004-03-26T02:38:03.360-08:00Marge Piercy is coming to The University of Michigan in October. I have a recording of her poem called "Right to Life." She is very eloquent, though I wish she were as adamant as May Sarton, who begins her poem, "My sisters, oh my sisters!"
Marge Piercy has an excellent website:
http://archer-books.com/Piercy/sched.htm
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1079497962388671792004-03-16T20:22:00.000-08:002004-03-16T20:35:04.856-08:00Thanks to my sister I remembered that the Detroit Institute of Arts
has an excellent website and I still have not been to see
Yoko Ono's freight car exhibit on the lawn.
See Yoko Ono's freight car here:
http://www.dia.org/exhibitions/yoko.htm
She also mentioned the Whistler exhibit formerly on horde at Musee d'Orsay
now at the DIA. Somewhat hesitant I am to visit that show since
the last maleReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1078040791172479132004-02-28T23:46:00.000-08:002004-02-28T23:48:36.653-08:00See Boy With Airplane:
http://www.tibordenagy.com/artists/janestreet_works2.html
*
a watercolor of Fastastic Shell
(not pictured)
*
Simone de Beauvoir:
Sunday, June 22nd, 1952
Yes, I think I'm off to a good start, and for at least two years. In one sense it makes me feel secure. That good little schoolgirl is still there inside me, worrying if I "sit doing nothing" for a week or two. AReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1077477846881348372004-02-22T11:24:00.000-08:002004-02-22T12:51:28.043-08:00This morning I've been looking at online pictures of Jane Freilicher's
work at The Tibor de Nagy gallery in New York. There seem to be
some very nice resonances with Georgia O'Keeffe in her new work
and my interest in her is piqued. Last night I admired some Chagall's,
a goodsized Miro, and another painting by an artist whose name I don't
recall. It was the image of a beautiful Native Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1077395208748568432004-02-21T12:26:00.000-08:002004-02-21T12:28:46.966-08:00The Lady of Shallot
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
PART I
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezesReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1077163311657473802004-02-18T20:01:00.000-08:002004-02-18T20:03:47.420-08:00 To her Coy Master
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1077074903614266842004-02-17T19:28:00.000-08:002004-02-17T19:30:18.013-08:00One entry found for aplomb.
Main Entry: aplomb
Pronunciation: &-'pläm, -'pl&m
Function: noun
Etymology: French, literally, perpendicularity, from Middle French, from a plomb, literally, according to the plummet
: complete and confident composure or self-assurance : POISE
synonym see CONFIDENCE Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1075733460997269502004-02-02T06:51:00.000-08:002004-02-09T07:15:31.623-08:00I’ve been reading Jim Harrison’s short novella “A Woman Lit by Fireflies” but have not yet finished, so suddenly dismayed am I by my current un-status in society. Edna O’Brien what say you?
Here are some of the headlines of today’s (Saturday, January 31, 2004) New York Times:
British and French Halt 5 Flights to U.S. Over Security Concerns
Dowd: Mirror Imaging in Iraq
Uut and Uup Add Their Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1075532041683060242004-01-30T22:54:00.000-08:002004-01-30T22:57:12.530-08:00Verse 101
"To the right of the mind
of the mammal that is
(that I love as I love of
its songs in its longing)"
two, twenty-two, ancient
but new and green (and Sappho
dead), their Tender
shoots, their hesi-
tation, I count from the tips
of the tops of the keys,
swish go legs in their good jeans
and feet bounce under desk
a nervy turn in unscrewed chairs
attitude of a hip, "fabulous,"
"Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1075347994436946732004-01-28T19:46:00.000-08:002004-02-09T07:17:24.483-08:00My birthday is Tuesday, February 3, 2004.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1075173833077588302004-01-26T19:23:00.000-08:002004-01-26T19:25:25.420-08:00Q: What made Mona Lisa smile?
A: Da Vinci was tickling her with a long paintbrush.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1074665280943622982004-01-20T22:08:00.000-08:002004-01-20T22:09:27.653-08:00"The soul which is not full of love dies a bad death.
(Woe to him for whom the death of the body precedes that of the soul.)"--Simone WeilReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1074387935018739482004-01-17T17:00:00.000-08:002004-01-27T19:53:56.873-08:00I found this excerpt from a poem called "The Retired Architect" by M.B. today:
I tried to complete a life circumstance like a building, loose in space on
used land.
I made a shape against sky on flat land like a cut in the weeds, but I got
bored and didn't finish.
Concrete surfaces need support, and shadows fell like hinges on erasures.
This site is riddled with plastic wood panelling, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1073859296165331052004-01-11T14:14:00.000-08:002004-01-11T14:16:13.576-08:00A Light Poem
Beginning again, like children just learning how--
heads tilt to squint and consider.
Will there be more grace arriving?
The bridge of the moment sways as we speak.
I like your look of tenderness, here and gone.
Light feels delicious, a place that smells of cedar.
Beeswax, clementines, papier-mache
and all of the wonderful things we made!
I'm awake with mirth and laughter--I'm Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1073801233319081302004-01-10T22:07:00.000-08:002004-01-10T22:08:30.200-08:00By Robert Creeley
in collaboration with Francesco Clemente:
The Star
Such space it comes again to be.
A room of such vast possibility,
a depth so great, a way so free.
Life and its person, thinking to find
a company wherewith to keep the time
a peaceful passage, a constant rhyme,
stumble perforce, must lose their way,
know that they go too far to stay
stars in the sky, children at play.
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1073436948349517612004-01-06T16:55:00.000-08:002004-01-27T19:55:06.716-08:00Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1071816540362052602003-12-18T22:49:00.000-08:002003-12-19T15:17:36.296-08:00Ten Terms for Thursday
1. The term "poor judgment." Mr. B would be a good example of one who uses poor judgment in his dealings.
2. White Privilege. I received an article about "white privilege" in the mail yesterday. How does this term manifest in everday life? At work, many of the privileged white kids have new clothes, new gadgets--cell phones, palm pilots, laptops. Of course, it isn'tReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1071662838083125352003-12-17T04:07:00.000-08:002003-12-17T19:24:33.763-08:00I am boiling water for my morning tea. I don't usually boil the water, but today I am.
There are so many letters from friends I need to address--
the one I am most concerned about is from Great Aunt Sister Jane in Ireland, who has suggested that if I ever have a question, I should ask god for guidance. This is an interesting suggestion on many levels.
I'm not sure I should even get into Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1071354757977953892003-12-13T14:32:00.000-08:002004-01-07T14:55:53.450-08:00Rather than go somewhere to watch a basketball game today, which I didn't really want to do, I stayed home and read about Lorine Niedecker, a midwestern poet and miniaturist reminiscent of W.C.W. and Emily Dickinson.
I appreciate her quiet beauty and the feeling of home she transmits through her writing. There is something stable
and reliable and down-to-earth about her.
At the same time, the Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1071220924476981052003-12-12T01:22:00.000-08:002003-12-12T01:22:51.560-08:00No one is as nice as I am
are they.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1071120847453603792003-12-10T21:34:00.000-08:002003-12-10T22:10:32.090-08:00Today I've been struggling with something I can't put my finger on. It has been a difficult struggle and perhaps the tv is right, which now randomly spouts:
"You are a survivor, woman." (One of my housemates is watching Sigourney Weaver in Alien).
I've been reading the Anne Waldman interview in the latest Poetry Project Newsletter and thinking about the war in Iraq and my relationship to it.
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1070775093996876872003-12-06T21:31:00.000-08:002003-12-06T21:32:15.983-08:00Someone in control has been
"manipulating the utensils" again.
Megan says I deserve it
for dealing with low-lifes.
So I've begun a poem that's
a take-off on Wallace Steven's "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird."
In the meantime, Shakespeare:
They who have the power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who moving others are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1070433413990328642003-12-02T22:32:00.000-08:002003-12-06T21:23:40.996-08:00The girl from my high school who wrote the line, “What will we do
when we have forgotten how to dance?”
went to Harvard for law school.
She was what you would call
“a smart cookie.”
*
M. Moore:
No Swan So Fine
"No water so still as the
dead fountains of Versailles." No swan,
with swart blind look askance
and gondoliering legs, so fine
as chintz china one with fawn-
brown eyes and Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1070002292701505662003-11-27T22:51:00.000-08:002003-11-27T22:52:05.483-08:00Notes from the train to Chicago
1. I remember how Tori told me that she worked at a place called Wahoo Fish Taco
when she lived in Denver.
2. "Be glad that you know me."
3. The man at the train snack bar called me a movie star. What did I do, I wonder.
4. I found the grrls art book in a manilla envelope when I cleaned my room--how useful.
Thank you Stuart Dybek.
5. I read a passage Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1069830445324129752003-11-25T23:07:00.000-08:002003-12-02T13:13:12.280-08:00It has been twelve days since I quit smoking.
Why do I allow other people to affect my mood?
Is that why Georgia O'Keeffe planted herself in the middle of the desert? What did I LIKE about society today?
I liked the three pieces of nigiri sushi I ate at Sushi.com for brain food. They came with a tiny salad and yummy garlic dressing and miso soup. The sushi was too expensive though.
I liked Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1068803944705357932003-11-14T01:59:00.000-08:002003-11-14T01:59:23.700-08:00Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1068803774135973582003-11-14T01:56:00.000-08:002003-11-14T02:00:33.170-08:00Stolen Title
"Thought I’d been through this
In 1919—"
Barcelona, Tokyo, Paris
Johannesburg—
"On the crest of a hill for all to see
God planted a Scarlet Maple Tree"
A zinc moon breaks
On small waves.
"Now she seems to be sand
Under his shoe
There’s nothing I can do"
My humans can’t see
Their own
Finite bodies
From the vantage of
The milky way
And what is the point
if the song is not
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1068677169764426352003-11-12T14:46:00.000-08:002003-11-12T14:46:06.900-08:00Look what I found! Maureen Owen online at
http://www.thing.net/~grist/ld/owen/owen.htm
and this poem
"Always the word "love" written in vanishing ink....vanishing
or
Edith wharton is missing"
for E.B.
Turning the page we witness how another survives.
She takes the circular staircase to the weathervane
& that puts her right on topReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1068278298924166452003-11-07T23:58:00.000-08:002003-11-07T23:58:16.366-08:00I read Frank O'Hara at work tonight--
from "Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul:
the only thing to do is simply continue
is that simple
yes, it is simple because it is the only thing to do
can you do it
yes, you can because it is the only thing to do
blue light over the Bois du Boulogne it continues
the Seine continues
the Louvre stays open it continues it hardly closes at all
the Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1068268233117174022003-11-07T21:10:00.000-08:002003-11-07T21:10:31.260-08:00Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1068268038780479712003-11-07T21:07:00.000-08:002003-11-07T21:07:16.950-08:00from Saturday, September 6, 2003:
Leelanau Peninsula, Lake Michigan
There are many seagulls standing on boulders
stuck out in the low water
facing toward the sun. All of them
facing toward the sun, but me
facing toward the deepest blue
of the deeper water.
What idea in that water?
The sky is cloudless
yet grey. The figures are yellow and blue.
White caps over there
breaking over the very Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1067454683225509402003-10-29T11:11:00.000-08:002003-10-29T11:15:22.420-08:00RENEE MARIE ZEPEDA
Ann Arbor, MI 48104
(734) 355-0928
ReneeZepeda@netscape.net
EDUCATION
The University of Michigan
Ann Arbor, Michigan
B.A. in English & German
September 1997-May 2001
*
The Summer Writing Program
Naropa UniversityReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1066625748511984302003-10-19T21:55:00.000-07:002003-10-19T21:57:48.956-07:00S. Cisneros Reading
from Wednesday, Oct. 15, 2003
Reading in MLB, about 200 people
here to hear MacArthur Recipient
read from new book--
lots of buzz around her--
she doesn't start on time.
Intro: Thank you Shaman Drum...
Anthro prof wears low-cut v-neck
with red and gold stripes to introduce
author.
House on Mango Street is required
reading in many places. She calls
it "naughty." There areReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1066622242400888172003-10-19T20:57:00.000-07:002003-10-19T21:09:32.056-07:00M. Moore Lecture Notes
from Sunday, Oct. 12, 2003
The oscar winner makes his entrance with lifesize cardboard couple
Hussein & Bin Laden
He reports on the pres’s “Marriage Protection Week”
Talks about the recall election and the “Governator,” how Americans like
leaders who will lead, how selfishness is the defining trait of conservatives
His book includes An examination of the Pathology of Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1066333186528579732003-10-16T12:39:00.000-07:002003-10-16T12:41:19.860-07:00Today I missed you
and I did not miss you at all.
What is it with you and those
huge flowers
that stand in my way demanding all your attention.
Even after hours
of connubial bliss
I still can't take your eyes back
because they're sewn up
just like the cubs game.
All too soon come the days
of the dead
but for today
we are watching baseball
and Sammy Sousa's up to bat
and I am wondering
if my Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1065325107075211472003-10-04T20:38:00.000-07:002003-10-04T20:38:26.653-07:00Notes From Friday, October 3rd, C.B Reading new Saul and Patsy
Begins with passage regarding California brother's surprise visit
in black BMW
Seems to emphasize Midwestern depth vs. Western superficiality
Such funny pretentiousness
"dorialium"-- ?
Obsessively detailed & still witty
Reminiscent of Palmer's "take nothing as yours" &
Hemingway's "Hawks don't share"
What he is selling: Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1065144585165329222003-10-02T17:43:00.000-07:002003-10-04T15:44:12.613-07:00Here is a poem I sent to my Dad today. It is from Rilke's
Sonnets to Orpheus:
10 -
The machine threatens all we have gained, so long as it dare
become the tyrant of spirit, rather than its servant.
Rather than let us linger to savor a master's deft care,
it rigidly cuts the stone for structures ever more adamant.
Omnipresent, there is nowhere we might escape, just once,
as, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1063771680643203472003-09-16T21:08:00.000-07:002003-09-16T22:41:13.196-07:00By chance, I was out walking in the Arb tonight, and I came upon
a stage and about 100 or so people sitting in front of it expectantly.
There were enormous, bright red drums on the stage and a gong
in the background. Marvelous! What a marvelous surprise. I sat down
beneath a sturdy tree and what ensued was nothing short of fantastic.
It was leaping! and pounding! and faster! and great! It Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1063597193433279122003-09-14T20:39:00.000-07:002003-09-14T20:39:53.346-07:00Alice und die Schildkroete
(Die vergessene Szene von Wunderland.)
Alice ist noch mal verloren
im Schwarzwald. Sie hat:
keine echte Tennis-schue
kein neue Kleidung
keine Vitamine, kein Alkohol
kein Zigaretten, kein Mann
kein Liebe, kein Medizin fuer ihr Gesicht, die
ein Feld von Erdbeeren geworden ist.
Sie hat ein Buch dabei, Rilke's
Duino Elegien, ein rot Hut,
Herbst allergien.
SieReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1063254678033150902003-09-10T21:31:00.000-07:002003-09-10T21:31:17.983-07:00Why is O'Keeffe so fascinating? It's partly that she went to a place all alone--a place not particularly comfortable or welcoming to a human--much less a woman, and she Thrived.
I wonder what compelled her to go there.
What was is that she needed away from the machinations of society.
How did she break away, how did she sustain herself
with her own inner resources.
She worked and ate and sleptReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1060103392059387562003-08-05T10:09:00.000-07:002003-08-27T19:51:58.770-07:00Ariel:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
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