I Live Like A Caveman 2004

   I Live Like A Caveman

I know I’ve got to eat and wash,

Pee and t’other,

Fetch and shop,

Hold house together;

Fulfill the plans that structure day.

And still I live, free – like a caveman

With responsibilities and duty,

Love and song, free for beauty,

Heart and art:

Caveman must have lived this way:

Risk-adaptability,

Sticking-at-ness to survive,

Pointing at what’s good to know.

I live like a caveman,

But it doesn’t show,

(Except for a propensity

For eating with my hands.)

© I Live Like A Caveman 04.3.1

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Pure Nakedness; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

I Do What I Do 2002

  I Do What I Do

Intending to do

What I did from the womb,

I get on a stage

Or play in a room –

Without compromise:

Extra size boobies,

Up-tempo salads

When I prefer ballads,

Gimmicky codas,

Playing for tips,

Elvis or Beatles, and rocking of hips;

Chowders

Of songs I abhor.

To follow the ear

And capacity’s frame,

Expecting my will

To take part in the game,

Accepting a will

Come from God, karma, star

Without losing sight

Of the mind’s reservoir,

Taking time, sitting tall,

I do what I do

De-controlling

Restriction

That holds back the soul,

In hope that you’ll

Listen because, after all,

I can only do what

I can do.

©I Do What I Do 02.4.4

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

I Asked And No One Said Yes 2005

   I Asked And No One Said Yes

I asked and no one said yes.

I knocked on doors –

It wasn’t my time.

I waited and worked,

And waiting, work.

That time may not come.

Still writing tome,

Waiting at home,

I’ve finished with asking:

Philosophy wrong.

I simply hold to my song.

©I Asked And No One Said Yes 05.1.13

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

 

How Does It Work 2004

  How Does It Work?

You’ve no idea

What you are doing.

No idea.

You play a chord,

(Each day a chord)

No methods, systems,

Preconceptions –

Nonetheless,

They’re there,

Somewhere

As mattress stuffing –

Limiting,

Defining,

So that chaos can’t destroy you.

Resting on it

You create.

A kind of waiting on

Creation’s intimations,

And of things available

You spread your fingers.

Out it comes:

Disharmonic,

Sounding fine,

Texture, color, line

Just right for the occasion.

©How Does It Work? 04.6.19

Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

He Needs A New Style 2007

   He Needs A New Style

He needs a new style,

New content, maybe. He,

He ought to stop awhile

Until his tutelary genie shows.

He’s stale, he’s pale.

He needs a new scent up his nose;

A muse who loves him.

©He Needs A New Style 07.10.25. (idea 99.6.18)

The Processes: Creative. Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

From Stan Getz Is Dead Take 2 1991 2006

From Stan Getz Is Dead (Take Two)

As it comes bar by bar

Until one year

It’s time;

Without fear and with calm,

To fall nicely asleep,

Having sensed from your dreams

And the use of I Ching

That the song that you sing

Is about to be sung,

With no qualms

Since you’ve sensed something sweet

That’s about to delete

The hard won daily wheat

By the hints of completion

That come through somehow,

And the circle shows signs that the end is just right

And you peacefully bow to-and-out of the Now

With no fear of the bed that you’ll lie on that night.

©From Stan Getz Is Dead (Take Two) 91.9.26/06.7.21

Birth, Death & In Between; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

Flogging A Phrase To Death 2005

  Flogging A Phrase To Death

Guilty: of a

Limitation,

Lack of will,

Lack of curiosity,

Capacity,

Shameless preferences

And being in a hurry

To ride highways of the temperament,

Pathways in the brain.

Then it’s dead:

(You’ve checked the corpse

Who’s present by its absence)

Missing from your memory.

No more in use.

A kill

For skill

And art.

©Flogging A Phrase To Death 05.12.7

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

 

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