28 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, the processes creative thinking meditative, the processes II, the processes:creative, thinking
Somewhat Aphasic
Somewhat aphasic,
Not a speaker,
I can write instead,
And do
Because I’m slow
And need the time.
Do I dare an interview?
TV program literary,
Authors answering so cleverly?
I, sent back to, running to
The paper, my
imaginary reader
In my in my mind my sites,
To play with word, idea rhythm,
Played out
one against the other.
© Somewhat Aphasic 10.23.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin
28 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, pure nakedness
Sad Hours Walking Along Pitkin Avenue
Who knew that Pitkin was a hawker?
Remembering sad hours walking,
Smelling, looking:
Window-shopping nylon gowns;
Nylon gauzy, vivid;
(World War Two’s post world war news –
(who’d would wear a nylon now?)
Sometimes having money for
Knishes on the corner;
Smell of kasha and potato;
Loew’s Pitkin – movie’s glamour
Brother, three –
His premier movie – Toto, Dorothy;
Hysterics when the witch flew by
He/I evicted, he still crying.
The Hebrew Educational Society, – H.E.S. –
(Was it on Hopkinson?) where Jewish children
Studied music – free. That’s me.
The long walk there and back to 1650
Sterling Place, my telephone number 31313,
Kids envied me.. Who had a number like that?
Pitkin Avenue where I fled
When mom and I had argued;
With emptiness unsatisfied and unidentified,
Yearning for some side
Of life I’d not a clue existed.
Here’s a sad one:
Birthday present for my daddy;
In a shop on Pitkin where I’d laid
A child’s wallet on the counter.
Some nice lady at my side
Disappeared, the wallet gone.
How I cried that whole way home. One
Of life’s wounds not healed. Real grief.
Poem for Pitkin Avenue,
The chums one knew,
And candy stores,
Girls and boys,
Even men, who smoked and joked there,
Some to never move from there.
Sweden:
Year two thousand ten,
Six decades later.
Who knew then?
© Sad Hours Walking along Pitkin Avenue 10.16.2010 Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
28 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, our times our culture, the processes creative thinking meditative, the processes:creative, thinking, vaguely about music
Notes from the Overground: Thoughts On Touring
Book, cd, performance, what!
I do not want to tour.
An effort that I could, if forced
But see through the illusions:
All-inclusive energies –
Pushing, meeting, signing,
Introducing, marketing;
Hidden bragging
Sell and spread.
Every night a hotel bed.
That!
Everybody’s doing it.
Television’s full of it:
Reputation in a wink –
They think.
There is no quick.
Success invalid,
Success a pallid despot
With a jealous eye
Towards quick eternity:
We want to be remembered.
It’s genetic – since the days we were Neanderthals
(DNA 3-4%)
Confirmation from the grip, grope, group
That grabs you by the gargling throat.
It’s poetry
That’s fun.
©Notes From the Overground10.18.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Our Times, Our Culture; Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
28 Oct 2010 2 Comments
in 2010, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round energy, meditativeII, the processes creative thinking meditative
Connecting
I make the connection –
Then I write.
You do it again!
I think some thoughts,
A kind of sending;
People call,
Form,
A poem;
Artistry, inventiveness,
Day enhanced.
Questions answered.
Who could ask for more-m?
(I liked the rhyme).
© Connecting 9.13.2010 A Sense of the Ridiculous; Circling Round Energy; God Book; The Processes:Creative,Thinking, Meditative II Arlene Corwin
22 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, meditative II
Notes from the Overground: Thoughts On Touring
Book, cd, performance, what!
I do not want to tour.
An effort that I could if forced,
But see through the illusions,
Effort great – to push and market,
Sign and meet;
Sell and spread:
Hotel bed.
What’s it mean?
Everybody’s doing it.
Television’s full of it:
Fame’s fortune in a wink –
They think.
There is no quickly.
It’s not valid?
This success a pallid despot
With a jealous eye
Towards quick eternity:
We want to be remembered.
It’s genetic – since the days we were
Neanderthals. (We’ve got their DNA)
Maybe it’s confirmation
From the grip, grope, group
That grabs you by the gargling throat.
It’s poetry
That’s fun.
©Notes From the Overground10.18.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Corwin
22 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, definitely didactic, nature of & in reality
There Must Be A Law
There must be a physics:
Some laws that can measure, predict
In some science of matter and motion
Love that’s in all.
Expected, predictable;
Possibly ground within ground –
The safety net – capital T.
Exploring, explaining
The chains within start and end,
Inclusive of start and end,
Well before end and start.
We who see little,
Who know love as sentiment –
Ought to see, feel and recognize opposites
Manifest – peace versus war – is it
Feasible? Can we? Those knacks
To awaken and break into cardiac’s
Innermost knowledge
For dumdums like us
Who never learned science
of feeling and thought:
To feel the feeling, to think through the thought,
No matter what –
There must exist principles.
Several?
One?
To master:
Repulsion, attraction;
Exclusion, inclusion;
Contraction, expansion;
Attachment, detachment;
Seeing the general in the particular –
All of the opposites making no difference.
Seeing them all,
Directed by, ending in
Love of them all.
Seeing all incidents
As love’s coincidence,
Circumstance, building ups,
Breaking downs
And building up again
Unending.
Love
As the law.
© There Must Be A Law 10.14.2010 Definitely Didactic; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin
22 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, pure nakedness
Sad Hours Walking Along Pitkin Avenue
Who knew that Pitkin was a hawker?
Remembering sad hours walking,
Smelling, looking:
Window-shopping nylon gowns;
Nylon gauzy, vivid;
(World War Two’s post world war news –
(who’d would wear a nylon now?)
Sometimes having money for
Knishes on the corner;
Smell of kasha and potato;
Loew’s Pitkin – movie’s glamour
Brother, three –
His premier movie – Toto, Dorothy;
Hysterics when the witch flew by
He/I evicted, he still crying.
The Hebrew Educational Society, – H.E.S. –
(Was it on Hopkinson?) where Jewish children
Studied music – free. That’s me.
The long walk there and back to 1650
Sterling Place, my telephone number 31313,
Kids envied me.. Who had a number like that?
Pitkin Avenue where I fled
When mom and I had argued;
With emptiness unsatisfied and unidentified,
Yearning for some side
Of life I’d not a clue existed.
Here’s a sad one:
Birthday present for my daddy;
In a shop on Pitkin where I’d laid
A child’s wallet on the counter.
Some nice lady at my side
Disappeared, the wallet gone.
How I cried that whole way home. One
Of life’s wounds not healed. Real grief.
Poem for Pitkin Avenue,
The chums one knew,
And candy stores,
Girls and boys,
Even men, who smoked and joked there,
Some to never move from there.
Sweden:
Year two thousand ten,
Six decades later.
Who knew then?
© Sad Hours Walking along Pitkin Avenue 10.16.2010 Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
22 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, circling round vanities, circling round woman
Plucking Eyebrows In The Sun
I’m taking a poll.
It’s whimsical.
I’m plucking eyebrows in the sun,
Well, really, plucking eyebrows on my chin.
How many women
In my boat,
Admit it?
Come on now, honestly,
Tell me.
After all,
It’s just a poll,
And I won’t tell
(Not one soul)
Male or female.
©Plucking Eyebrows In The Sun 10.16.2010 Circling Round Vanities; Circling Round Woman; Arlene Corwin
15 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, nature of & in reality
There Must Be A Law
There must be a physics:
Some laws that can measure, predict
In some science of matter and motion
Love that’s in all.
Expected, predictable;
Possibly ground within ground –
The safety net – capital T.
Exploring, explaining
The chains within start and end,
Inclusive of start and end,
Well before end and start.
We who see little,
Who know love as sentiment –
Ought to see, feel and recognize opposites
Manifest – peace versus war – is it
Feasible? Can we? Those knacks
To awaken and break into cardiac’s
Innermost knowledge
For dumdums like us
Who never learned science
of feeling and thought:
To feel the feeling, to think through the thought,
No matter what –
There must exist principles.
Several?
One?
To master:
Repulsion, attraction;
Exclusion, inclusion;
Contraction, expansion;
Attachment, detachment;
Seeing the general in the particular –
All of the opposites making no difference.
Seeing them all,
Directed by, ending in
Love of them all.
Seeing all incidents
As love’s coincidence,
Circumstance, building ups,
Breaking downs
And building up again
Unending.
Love
As the law.
© There Must Be A Law 10.14.2010 Definitely Didactic; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin
12 Oct 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, the processes creative thinking meditative, to the child mystic
A Vehicle Of Truth
Spark to spark
From lingonberry hills
Surrounding.
A reminder; moment’s sending;
A surrender in the sending.
Visions, no –
But I can see, I can imagine,
I can think.
And with the little that I know
I can distil – and do.
A central point;
Two central points;
Two points: me, you,
You, me.
I analyze unconsciously,
A moment’s yes, my distillation:
Turning up-
Side/inside down and out.
And sending one lone spark.
Arlene Corwin Poetry 