tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54860892009-05-08T13:49:42.922-07:00Renee ZepedaThe Pocono/Boulder/Ann Arbor Diary (2005-2007)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-48464565642141000482008-05-22T17:16:00.000-07:002008-05-22T17:21:35.274-07:00In the future please find me at:http://reneemarie.vox.comReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1121919567658502012005-07-20T21:11:00.000-07:002009-05-08T13:43:12.125-07:001. Sing:if in pieceswe are accurateherethe 'we' accrues*Green moves throughthe tops of treesand she is watching herselfshake the day's stuff offlighter greens as each ofwhich includes a grey:she wishes for a bathsome tea, clear waterand among the greys, orbeyond them, waningshe wishes for peace,peace of god andfinely into white, there isone white spot,she feels calm, without distress, stillruhe, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1117668510982656962005-06-01T16:22:00.000-07:002009-05-08T13:42:37.558-07:00Fragments of Sapphofrom Anne's Carson's If Not, Winternot one girl I thinkwho looks on the light of the sunwill everhave wisdomlike this*For the man who is beautiful is beautiful to seebut the good man will at once beautiful be.*] the bride with beautiful feet] setting aside anger the one with violets in her lap] pure Graces and Pierian Muses] whenever songs, the mind] listening to a clear song] Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1112122529772948522005-03-29T10:52:00.000-08:002006-06-16T16:20:32.733-07:00Tuesday, March 29, 2005East Meets West/ Professor Bhanu KapilNaropa UniversityRenee ZepedaWatching Monsoon Wedding In Conjunction With Awakening the Heart:East/West Approaches To The Healing Relationship (21 Points)1. Scene: The TV station where the boyfriend of Aditi works:“Just because India has gone global, should we embrace everything? What about our ancient culture, our tradition, our valuesReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1107297849104284552005-02-01T14:28:00.000-08:002009-05-08T13:48:07.853-07:00Naropa 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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1106622198709156812005-01-24T18:59:00.000-08:002005-01-24T19:07:34.553-08:00THE THEORETICAL POST-COLONIAL HOUSE
We formed groups of three and conceptualized the post-colonial house.
B called it cartoon-like; I didn’t see it that way until she said it.
A class likes it when a teacher sticks a piece of scotch tape on her eyelid.
One group drew an accordion; another drew heart-shaped chambers.
Still another group drew a house floating over an abyss.
“What will happenReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1106070892587314912005-01-18T09:50:00.000-08:002005-01-18T09:54:52.586-08:00Renee M. Zepeda
WRI 723: East to West
January 16, 2005
10 Terms Related to Post-Colonial Conditions
New—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, Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1105663146714239442005-01-13T16:32:00.000-08:002005-01-15T17:02:01.770-08:00Hoohah! I am now on The Academy of American Poets website.
Check me out:
http://www.poets.org/poems/prose.cfm?prmID=3251#rohrer
Eventually the thing to do would be to publish a book and
send the Academy some poems and a picture like Eleni Sikelianos'.
For now, we will be contented in our day's work, go home
eat some chocolate.
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1105401344367770482005-01-10T15:48:00.000-08:002005-01-10T15:55:44.366-08:00Today was the first day back at Naropa. I had Dance/Body/Mind Awareness and feel great.
This morning Monique's boyfriend Jared was singing the Beatles' She's Leaving Home so I looked up the lyrics:
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1104097143908980372004-12-26T13:23:00.000-08:002004-12-26T19:12:47.336-08:00Christmas cookies
coffee
ginger candy
baby rattles
toys!
scented candles
red sweaters
mittens
Disney movies
scrabble
puzzles
White Christmas
Miracle on 34th Street
trivial pursuit
Christmas tree
pictures
*
I've been thinking about the happy peasants in Bruegel's Wedding Dance. Losing themselves in the moment.
*
Neither my Netscape email account, nor my Naropa account is working. Something to Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1103326648053596882004-12-17T15:30:00.000-08:002004-12-26T13:23:47.220-08:00Love knows no boundaries.--Colette
I wonder what else Love knows...
Today I read of the death of the artist Agnes Martin
in The New York Times. Then I went to the site of the Tate Gallery
to see pictures of her work, but there were none.
I did see a mostly yellow piece on a San Francisco website that I liked.
Yesterday was Beethoven's birthday and they played him all day long
and ended with hisReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1101783764132772112004-11-29T19:01:00.000-08:002005-02-02T17:31:07.496-08:00Sappho Is Good For You
If Sappho is a cherry-haired fairy in Cornwall
Simone Weil is a small-handed lady singing loudly.
If Socrates fancies young wines and basketball
Plato despises crowds, cold, and people in general.
If Georgia walked miles without speaking
Stieglitz couldn’t hold a yoga pose if he tried.
If Pandora likes hedgehogs, cigarettes and baths
The Unicorn likes Moby, drums and Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5486089.post-1100634063511416762004-11-16T11:40:00.000-08:002004-12-06T18:07:10.980-08:00Friday, Novemeber 12
Nocturne:
Dear People (Antigone's soundbite),
There’s nothing worse than feeling
and not being able to tell you.
Everything sees through me:
pink and blue shadows, grey sky.
I wonder what you’re doing in Ann Arbor.
I miss your grumbling.
Love, Renee
(Boulder, 2004)
Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.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/12019174664865812618ReneeZepeda@gmail.com0