28 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, cat book, Uncategorized
When You Get A Kitten
When you get a kitten
Ten
Weeks old,
Red striped ball of fire,
Skip the legs, the arms, the furniture,
Wires bitten through –
(Unusable:
Three
Telephones)
Beheaded flowers.
Splashing, soaking, bathing – yes!
Bathroom, kitchen, sink – They’re his!
(He doesn’t even shake his paws)
Intrusions on the toilet,
He is family
Already.
Nothing
Is taboo or ever will be.
© When You Get A Kitten 7.5.2009 Cat Book; Arlene Corwin
28 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2009, circling round reality, nature of & in reality, Uncategorized
Influences #2
At work so subtly,
Layering from top to deep.
Layer top to layer deep
Without a peep, covert consents;
For overnight you write like him,
You sound like her,
Make friends and unintentionally take.
Enduring; waning, penetrating
Molecule to cell.
Such mystery, this subtlety – but real:
Your path,
Eventually, style.
©Influences 12.28.2009 revised 4.12.2010 Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin
28 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2009, nature of & in reality, our times our culture, Uncategorized
Influence
Influence – do you?
Do I?
And all the editorialization
Of the agencies of ad –
What is it that is had?
Well, nothing that will last forever,
Influence an hour long.
I could be wrong.
It is a riddle.
My small circle
With its ripples,
Small perennial and legendary –
Last,
Creating archetype and story
That upholds the day.
An old, old testament holds sway
Over a future
More than one short hour long.
©
Influence 07.9.24revised 12.18.2009 Our Times, Our Culture; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin
28 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, our times our culture, Uncategorized
Form Without Content
Copy of the day: create an image.
An internal email – there it stands:
It’s happening in all the lands
They recommend:
Conservatives to dress more casually,
Socialists wear suit and tie.
Email within the firm;
Happening the planet over.
All’s appearance – that’s the thing.
Confusing.
We’re the people – we want content.
We can’t know the inner workings…
We don’t want manipulation.
All we want to do is trust.
Ambivalence, anomaly,
Paradox we can’t see through:
It’s not our job to.
They don’t love us.
Form Without Content 4.09,2010 Our Times, Our Culture; Arlene Corwin
28 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, love relationships, pure nakedness, Uncategorized
Awakening of Affection for People Past
It could be love.
Suddenly, aged something
I’ve the urge, the longing
To connect to worlds I’ve met;
Renew old contacts,
Seeing anyone who’s ever been
In my existence:
Puzzling, even to me.
Perhaps it’s death-come-nearer.
Living, dead, they’re in my head.
Believing things are happening
Just as they should,
I ought to have no longings.
People come and go the way it’s planned.
I should have faith enough to understand
And let it happen, let them go.
But something has awakened,
Gnawing every now and then.
The longing may be nonsense,
Non-sense,
in any case.
©An Awakening of Affection for People Past 4.24.2010 Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
16 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round nature, our times our culture
Volcanoes
I knew it!
Knew it long ago.
No seer I, but still, I saw
Volcanoes,
The long chain, the threat that underlay,
The chain the chain would cause
Because it could: the cloud,
The chance of Time against us.
I’m no braggart, but I knew it!
You can’t fool around
With such a tiny round we call the Earth
Whose waistline is a girl’s,
Exploding atom things to test them
In the bowels, in the air.
Sticking in mass penises to pump, dig and divest…
I knew it!
Specialists – they must have known.
Geologists who knew the rocks
And under-rocks;
Camera eyes
That measure depths and galaxies;
Seismologists that know the size
Of waves that rock, what rocks the waves.
My goodness, if I knew,
I, who can’t add two, two, two:
They must have known long, long ago,
But scared to do… or say the word doomsday.
I knew it! Damned!
Is it programmed?
© Volcanoes 4.16.2010 Circling Round Nature; Our Times, Our Culture; Arlene Corwin
15 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, the processes creative thinking meditative
Working On My Spiritual Life
Thinking about it just this minute,
I think that next time – if I’m asked
“What do you do with your days?”
I’ll try to not say “Nothing much!”
Instead, say that I’m mopping up
The dregs
And topping up the ways
And means of spirit.
© Working On My Spiritual Life 3.20.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Corwin
15 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, our times our culture, small stories book
Other People’s Stories
The radio is fatal.
I sit in bed, a glass of coffee, home-baked cake,
Listening to tale on tale – two lives that suck me in:
A Swedish man, his vacant past;
Memories that cast new shadows:
Polish…rescue… child… ghetto,
Only now remembering the sewer
Only now finding his mother,
Only now – two thousand ten. Then
What must have been
A scheduled error
Half an hour of the latest Nobel winner’s story:
Postwar Germans born Rumanians – a booty
Justified by Russian victors.
Distanced, cold, dispassionate.
Vomit, corpses, hunger, shit.
Is there a stronger than horrific?
Side by side, two programs
As I sip my coffee, pick at cake,
Mindlessly licking my fork,
Sick-cieties playing at games
That woo a doomsday closing in.
© Other People’s Stories 3.22.2010 Our Times, Our Culture; Small Stories Book; Arlene Corwin
15 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, God book, to the child mystic
Prayer Of The Day
I need a champion:
An
Energetic and creative
Someone to believe
In me, has time or wants
To take and turn
My limitations, IQ, talent,
Leanings, knowledge,
Sloth, easy distraction,
Handling the winds of fate
With artistry to my advantage.
All I am capable of doing
Is to follow intuition,
Sing, play, write
For an invisible
In waiting.
©Prayer Of The Day 3.17.2010 God Book; To The Child Mystic; Arlene Corwin
15 Apr 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, definitely didactic, the processes creative thinking meditative
Dust On A Mirror
Bad art, good art;
Rembrandt, Schubert
Wrote or painted,
Works a mother wouldn’t like…
They had to:
We all do
At one time or another.
Good, bad, mediocre:
It’s all dust upon a mirror
.**The Gita says that mistakes belong to humans as dust on a mirror.
© Dust On A Mirror 3.18.2010 Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Arlene Corwin
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