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

 

Filling The Hole 2 2003

Filling The Hole

Your undertaking esoteric,

Father says, “Not economic!

You can’t make a living at it!”

You know in your heart empiric

Someone does. You’re categoric;

Facts historic. Rise may not be meteoric,

But there’s someone there who needs it!

Somewhere out there someone wants it!

Someone’s willing to support you,

Keep a roof over your head,

Pay for food and baby’s bed.

If you keep on doing what you’re doing,

Leaning toward and on your gifts, eschewing

This and that that earns more money,

Go for it! As loony as it seems

 

Filling The Hole 03.2.25                                                                                             Definitely Didactic;Vaguely About Music;Special People Special Occasions;Defiant Doggerel

Arlene Corwin

 

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Filling The Hole 1 2003

     Filling The Hole

Your undertaking esoteric,

Father says, “Not economic!

You can’t make a living at it!”

You

Someone does. You’re categoric.

Rise may not be meteoric,

But there’s someone there who needs it;

Somewhere out there someone wants it.

Someone’s willing to support you,

Keep a roof over your head

For the food and baby’s bed.

If it’s what you keep on doing,

Leaning on and toward, eschewing

This and that that earns more money –

Go for it, as loony as it seems.

You’re filling someone’s hole and dreams.

A friend of mine researches things.

Purveyors, for whom profit rings the bell

Say that his project has no interest.

He’s a purist. He continues his pursuit.

know in your heart empiric,Wiggling, jiggling pelvis

Sequined leather jacket,

Income high, a high tax bracket.

I have other jazz friends too.

Friends who’ve burned their souls and do.

Do the thing that you were born for!

Spawn the interest others scorn, for

There’s a cover for each pot.

Fill that hole out there with what

God gave you as your lot.

Someone out there’s longing

For the song you sing,

So do your thing

And fill the hole.

© Filling The Hole 03.10.12

Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music; Special People Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Exercise 1960

      Exercise

He plays the alto sax;

He pays no income tax,

Gets no benefit

From sources of that kind.

The benefits he gets

Come from his music.

The benefit San Getz

Come from his soul.

©Exercise 1960

Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin

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