Watch The Mind

Watch the mind, it’s really quirky.

Let it go and watch it work,

For when you see what it creates

(I don’t see how ‘cause that’s a secret:

‘How’ and ‘why’ the hidden states),

You may discover what a neat trick

To stand back, let go and watch.

Letting go, a chance to snatch

At fantasy creative:

Courage by encouragement.


Fantasy invents by fancy

Giving order to what’s left.

Creativity can steal from nature’s bank

And it’s not theft,

The dancing arts all mind expanding –

Honey way to jar the door

Of quintessential being –

Just by watching what goes on

And doing what needs to be done.


Watch The Mind 7.8.1994

The Processes: Creative. Thinking, Meditative; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin










(Yet Another) Portrait Of A Friend

I have a friend

Who has a perfect memory.

You might think it’s a perfect gift.

We have to sift through thoughts –

That is, you, I – but he,

He pictures everything,

Recalls it all: dates, times, the history

Complete. What could be wrong

With knowing all the lyrics to each song

You hear?

Draw near, I’ll tell you:


He retains the good and bad.

He’s filtered nothing. Think if you should

Shoulder all the woes of life?

The sad, the mad, the wars, the strife?

Besides the perfect recall,

He sees everything in black and white:

It’s either awe-inspiring or shit.

I’d guess it’s vexing

To remember each and every second

And, on top of which, to have opinions strong,

Be never wrong: one of his ‘strong’ opinions .

Plus, he takes offense, pretends indifference.

Yet, we’re friends.

I always yield, always bend.

You see, I am indifferent

And I’m charmed.


(Yet Another) Portrait Of A Friend 10.19.2016

Love Relationships II; Special People, Special Occasions; Small Stories Book;

Arlene Corwin



Sitting in the car

Mulling over near and far,


And what is definitely here:

Youth cannot ‘feel’ eighty-two. Doctors too.

Your doctor, my…

So many symptoms pass them by.

‘Tis pity, for ‘tis

I who suffer, study,

Face to face with, analyze.

Use self through trial and t-error,

I who ponder, for I must,

There being no one I dare trust

(except for God unseen

who has the charge of body mine).

Nonetheless, geron (Greek for old man)

Plus –ology (the study of)

Is what is needed in our time,

Oxymoron though it sounds, and given that

The young can never feel out

Time’s dealing out,

Apprentice doctors in their prime

Should get to know the facts of age,

The pages, wages of real life,

For theory is theory,

A fact that disappoints me

Visit after visit,

Closeted by slow decline

When I am looking for relief.

Gerontology 10.18.2016

Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin


I’ve Had Many Names

I’ve Had Many Names


Arlene Faith









But the last

Which was the last,

Which is the last.


Still, one is fastened

To the first –

The very first

One got at birth.


Now that this life is all but over,

Though one might rove some twenty more,

(Ending in you-know-what,

Though you do not think about it)

Arlene Faith Nover,

Has had many names.


I’ve Had Many Names 10.16.2016

Pure Nakedness; Love Relationships II; Birth, Death & In Between II; Birthday Book;

Arlene Corwin


It’s Always For Others To Interpret

I was reading, by some fluke, a book that’s been sitting in the hall waiting to be given away to some charity or other. On this day, I happened to pick it up on my way out to sit in the October sun. The name: The Nobel Prize for Literature 1901-1983.


It’s Always For Others To Interpret


Dylan’s won the Nobel Prize.

You write, you fall, you rise,

Or rise and fall

Pleasing none or all.

You’ve written self…part of…

Round themes of evil, good, dark shadows, love –

All universal;

That, despite the personal,

For I is always you is we

With never objectivity,

But always subjectivity,

Seeing what we need to see.


The ‘prize of prizes’ always questioned

While the choosers are sequestered, and

We never know their standard.


Be yourself! That’s a command!

You’ll never will, unanimously,

Be a star (though shining brightly),

Idolized by all the masses

(Think of Jesus).


You can just write for self alone,

Not cloning some source you admire.

Others will attire you

With clothes of their imagining,

Projecting who and what they are.

Your star will always be you

Till you die and after.


It’s Always For Others To Interpret 10.14.2016

Special People, Special Occasions; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene  Corwin

Fooling Around Or, Every Movement Has A Purpose

Every movement has a purpose

Can be used, but only if you’ve

got the purpose

In your groove,

Your mental groove,

Your mindful groove;

Not thinking about aim or goal

But knowing that you’ve got a tool

Right there.

Attentive, in it!

We pass most minutes all


On the john, hands joined in prayer.


Today in the tub

I used the scrubbing

To focus on weaknesses,

Notice the weaknesses,

Exercise weaknesses,

Cleaning the washcloth

By scraping with fourth,

Then with pinky, then thumb,

Scratching and pushing

At spots as I spied them.


Not for the cleanliness,

But for the fun of fooling around,


And careful

and sound.


Fooling Around Or, Every Movement Has A Purpose 10.11.2016

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Baths II, The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin




Catch That Thought

Catch that thought. It closes down.

Paul Tillich once said to my friend,

There are those thoughts that never come again.

I don’t agree. Not wholly, but

Within the moment that flies by,

It vaporizes. I,

A Pooh of Little Brain,

Not very focused

Need to trap the moment

Or it’s gone, and I must wait

Until some friendly fate

Brings back the catalyst

That brought

The then-what-felt

World shaking thought

And write it down

Perhaps to get it out

Into a world I think about



Catch That Thought 10.12.2016

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

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