Our Best Bullet Forward: Inspiration

       Our Best Bullet Forward: Inspiration

Someone thanked me
“De nada” “De rien”, thought I.
And then I pondered (for one second only)
Yes, it’s inspiration that’s the key.
Stimulation in the highest.
Motivation, activation, catalyst
That pushes in the nicest way
Towards creativity; imagination and originality;
A bravery not had till then.

Dependent on the gifts and genes
One’s gen-ius comes through,
A You, somewhat, or wholly new.
Inspiration: inhalation,
Instrument of powered vision.

To breathe in from someone’s brainwaves
Saves skill; artistry
That may have fluttered by:
Insight, influence and individuality.

So jump on it!
An impulse doesn’t last forever.
Use it!
It may lie latent,
Change you over time.
Instruct you in its silence.
Regardless of the path of entrance,
Be ye open
To let inspiration in.
Perhaps that is the inmost secret.

Our Best Bullet Forward; Inspiration 11.29.2021 The Processes: Creativity, Thinking, Meditative II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

How Are You Today?

 How Are You Today?

Volcanos are waking;
Villages shaking.
My husband and I
Had our second shot yesterday.
Me, I have questions concerning bacilli.
Aways the bad mixed with good, good with bad.
While lying in bed
Learning lots from TV,
All that’s around me,
Patiently waiting to see any side effects;
When, and or if…

Friends on the phone,
Themselves all alone:
Some CoVid and sick-ish, some fine,
Some immune.

All is in movement:
My cat at the moment.
Icebergs and soil,
Men drilling for oil;
Out of one’s hands, much unpreventable
Maybe the whole.

All that I wonder propped up as I lay,
Head on three pillows, is how, really how
Are you feeling today?

How Are You Today? 4.10.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Innate Wisdom

Innate Wisdom

There is a wisdom deep inside –
Like temperament and readiness.
Not available to guide, redress
Each person at the same time in their lives.
But there to come to light,
To see, to use.
Even if you cannot choose.

To those who are receptive
I address this. Who knows
How, who, where or when
It enters;
So one writes,
Not always sure what’s right,
But sure of this:

There is a a wise one deep inside.
To ride the storms
And go along with happenstance,
Peaceful, with acceptance,
And if necessary, playful pretence.
Wait and watch and act and see:
Patience is a key.
Innate Wisdom 1.19.2019 Definitely Didactic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Big Pile Of Junk (re-revised)

Wrote this immediately after seeing a documentary on the inscrutable, charismatic Lennie Tristano. Inspired, it took less than an hour to write.

    A Big Pile Of Junk

Tristano said,
“Let thought come through
All your ten fingers”
(Or whatever number you must use
To play the blues
Or any tune:
“How High The Moon” or Gershwin’s “Soon”)
Your thought a boon
If it’s spontaneous, impromptu.
Corwin says the same thing too.
Not filled with an emotive ardor
But the charter of the instinct
And the intuition: Both as one.
Let musicianship take lead,
And lead your music to your still unripe;
No comic gimmick or alchemic hype.
Your hippest self will be your type,
Reveal inner hope and razzmatazz:
We’ll call it jazz because –
That is what a true jazz is.

Tristano
Called his own piano
“A big pile of junk’
To be transformed by Monk,
Or anyone whose inmost mind
Uses the utmost verve to find
That inner passion,
Do what’s bidden, often hidden
In the inner sanctum of the shrine
We all call talent.
A Big Pile Of Junk 1.22.2019/revised 1.23.2022 Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Big Pile Of Junk (revised 1.23.2022)

Wrote this after seeing a documentary on the inscrutable, charismatic Lennie Tristano. Inspired,It took less than an hour to write.

Tristano said,
“Let thought come through
All your ten fingers;
(Or whatever number you must use
To play the blues
or any tune:
“How High The Moon” or Gershwin’s “Soon”…
Your thought a boon
If it’s spontaneous, impromptu.
Corwin says the same thing too.
Not filled with an emotive ardor
But the charter of the instinct
And the intuition: Both as one.
Let musicianship take lead,
And lead your music to your still unripe;
No comic gimmick or alchemic hype.
Your hippest self will be your type,
Reveal inner hope and razzmatazz:
We’ll call it jazz because –
That is what a true jazz is.

  

Tristano
Called his own piano
“A big pile of junk’
To be transformed by Monk,
Or anyone whose inmost mind
Uses the utmost verve to find
That inner passion,
Do what’s bidden, often hidden
In the inner sanctum of the shrine
We all call talent.
A Big Pile Of Junk 1.22.2019/revised 1.23.2022 Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Big Pile Of Junk

 Wrote this immediately after seeing a documentary on the inscrutable, charismatic jazz pianist Lennie Tristano.  It took less than an hour - (the poem not the documentary).  I must have been inspired!

    A Big Pile Of Junk

Tristano said
“Let thought come through
All your ten fingers;
(Or whatever number you must use
To play the blues
or any tune:
“How High The Moon” or Gershwin’s “Soon”…
Your thought a boon
If it’s spontaneous, impromptu.
Corwin says the same thing too.

Not filled with an emotive ardor
But the charter of the instinct
And the intuition.
Be as one.

Let musicianship
Take lead, and lead your music
To your still unripe;
No comic gimmick or alchemic hype.
Your hippest self will be your type,
Reveal all your inner hope and razzmatazz.
We’ll call it jazz
Because
That is what a true jazz is.

Tristano
Called his own piano
Nothing but ‘a pile of junk’
To be transformed by Monk,
Or anyone whose inmost mind
Uses the utmost veve to find
That inner passion,
Do what’s bidden, always hidden
In the inner sanctum of the shrine
We all call talent.
A Big Pile Of Junk 1.22.2019/revised 1.23.2022 Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Everybody Knows

A not-so-hidden attempt at PR.

  Everybody' Knows…

Everyone who knows,
Who reads the poetry, the prose
Corwin writes most everyday –
Compulsion, play?
“Neither/both”, she’d likely say.

The motivation found in phrases, idioms,
Remarks and comments,
Utterances and quotation,
Word construction,
Obligation and instruction –
Every layer stimulation
Like the sanctity of prayer.

Impulse that’s become a habit;
Drive and urge that de-inhibits;
Therapy come from above:
The brain, the mind
The zillion synapses behind
The intellect and intuition.

It may be few
Who read each newborn
Clause and sentence
Borne of cues, the dues we pay,
The hues that color every offshoot,
Fortunate, its opposite…

Thinking of and thanking you
Who read a Corwin line or two.
You’re so, so welcome to review and re-review,
Share with those who may think It contributes to
Well-being.

Everybody Knows 1.22.2022 Pure Nakedness II; The Processes: Creative, thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Confirmation

“A single voice, once emboldened, can quickly metamorphose into a thousand.”’’’

     Confirmation 

Like so many words
With multitudes of definitions
I like validation most.
A combination recognition
and support;
Evidence of something we all need
Within the tiniest of life-parts’ seed.

It’s origin in Latin ‘to make firm’
Shows that we crave it from the outside in;
Though what we do may do the same
For others underneath their skin,
A skin oh, oh, so thin!

When you give a thumbs up or a Like
Some negatives within you ‘take a hike’.
You may get ‘shtick’ from all you know,**
But confirmation means acceptance and a show,
A testimony of, and that your worth
Is of importance on this earth.

Take it, give it as a gift
To give a life that little lift it needs
To shift the inner picture of how deft
You really are.
Confirmation 1.21.2022 circling Rond Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

schtick)
noun informala gimmick, comic routine, style of performance, etc. associated with a particular person: there are many great comics who have based their stand-up shtick on observational comedy | her shtick was to haul out her pet ferret.
• a person’s special talent, interest, or area of activity: movies about ordinary women who do extraordinary things—that’s my shtick.
ORIGIN1960s: Yiddish, from German Stück ‘piece’.
*** I don’t know who said it first-

My Musical Cat

   My Musical Cat

When I play, when I practice,
Albert Cat does practice too.
He can’t resist.
I don’t desist.
Albert Cat just loves the sound;
Walks up and down,
Around the keyboard.
He, lord of the digital.

His playing catastrophic, cataclysmic,, categoric-not!
Is he inclined to catapult? No, he meows. “What rot!”
Black and white keys, sharp and flat: music cats appreciate.

At their worst and at their best,
Cat-holic tunefulness the highest.
I confess, sometimes I’ve cursed:
“Damn” or “Darn”,
But underneath it all, am charmed.

With no idea of what he hears,
All I can say is that
My Albert Cat loves to be near.
(I fear it will may on forever).
My Musical Cat 1.20.2022 Cat Book II; A SenseOf The Ridiculous II; Arlene Never Corwin

And So It Goes

 And So It Goes

Life/things change each second:
Situations, worldly goods;
Worldly clutter, odds and ends,
Shutting out the values meant, assumed, intended;
Belongings that no longer do…
Body parts no longer: you!

Adaptation must be key.
Letting go, yet knowing that
It’s always ‘you’ perceiving it.
Brain receiving and partaking
Patterns raked, scraped, shaped together,
Born then worn.
Misguidedly mourned.

Half our lives are spent expanding,
Half collecting, half expending,
Self’s self interest first at hand.
Inventive, yet me, mine and I
Are top of list’s priority.
Making, taking, on and on…
And so it goes. Ah, yes, it goes!

What can we do?
Accept, adapt, forgive, get wise.
Think of things beyond our eyes;
Things perhaps up in the skies.
Soul. The whole. The universal.
Principles invisible;
In, not of the temporal.
And So It Goes 1.19.2022 Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Carry On: the Key

Carry On: The Key

No one really cares that much about the you:
How you look, what you do,
How you dress,
Whether you have done your best,
All the rest…

Minutes after you have left,
All have given fond farewells,
They’ve gone to something/someone else,
To tell their tales
While you’re bereft.
It never fails,
When in reality you ought to carry on,
Never tarrying in mind’s un-reason
Ferrying self-doubt across
The obstacles to self-reliance.

To carry on with self-belief
Is not a thief or self deception;
Rather the mature-est chief
Of common sense
And the out-dated sapience.*
Carry On:The Key 1.16.2022 Circling Round Maturity; Arlene Nover Corwin

  • sapience; wisdom

After Looking At Hieronymus Bosch

After Looking At Hieronymus Bosch

It is the mental self I want to reach.
The mental you that views, that reads,
Interprets seeds
And comes out with its own new thought-filled notions.
Oceans of conceptualisations
Sitting there when you just stare
Or analyze, sizing up the moment.

Visualisations ranging from
The everyday concrete
Into the pious heat of righteousness.

No matter.
I’ve no aim,
But chatter from the depths of me;
My theories, hypotheses…
For what you see
Is what you are,
And maybe what you’ll be
By far and markedly,
The better, wiser part of all humanity.

After Looking At Hieronymus Bosch 1.15.2022 Circling Round Experience; Circling Round Everything II; Arlene Nover corwin

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