2011: Arlene Corwin publishes 2 more books: The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative and Circling Round Woman.  

Propaganda 2011


(Thoughts on the day of the rebel’s entry into Tripoli)


Followers forever follow,

Leaders always lead.

Give them propaganda

To internalize and need:

Don’t take revenge

When you take over.

Revolutions have a point –

Too many noses out of joint

Lead to revolt.

Repeat: Respect,

Be kind.  The victor

Can afford to give.

For goodness’ sake,

The cake



In the wake of winning

Often starts the sinning:

Promises neglected,

Animal proclivities projected

Onto helpless other’s loads.

Propaganda is an ad –


No more, no less.

Show mercies infinite: like God.

It’s done.

You won.


Propaganda 8.22.2011

Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin


A Place Where Common Sense Has No Sense 2011

A Place Where Common Sense Has No Place

Sitting here: (I am)

A black hole,

No light coming out,

And suddenly,

I’m letting light

Come out of me.

Letting it!

I give out radiation.

The really little part,

The center of the center

So tiny,

So minute:


Smaller than the smallest.



Energy enormous:


We, extended and complex –

Variations on a theme.

A place

Where common sense

Makes no sense;

Where nothing is predictable:

Not even existence.

A Place Where Common Sense Has No Place 8.16.2011

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Revelations Big & Small;

Nature Of & In Reality; To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin

❖This metaphorical insight (however faulty on my part) came from a documentary about Stephen Hawking.

Only To Be Found Within 2011

Only To Be Found Within

That’s where it is,

It’s nowhere else.

Simplicity itself:

Intelligence and intuition:


Seeing oneness everywhere,

In every form.

Beauty everywhere,

In forms others might

Deem ugly,

Wealth where others might see poverty.

 Not having love, but being love.

Evolution that was first and real,

The journey inexhaustible.

Found in and by

The mind perceptive;

Stage by stage,

Phase by phase:

Never all at once.

Only To Be Found Within 8.16.2011

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative, II; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin



Caught In The Clutches 2011

Caught In The Clutches

Silly, weak and superficial:

Yup, that’s me.

Miss Marple holds me in her clutches:

Courtesy, mentality,

Five hundred other charm bewitchers –

While I watch and write a poem,

The moment hers, completely.

Puerile, silly, running from

The chores that call,

The tasks that bore,

Responsibilities or

Whatsoever one may call them –

I avoid them.

Am I editing or not?

Putting book together?


Writing verse, a robot?


Love the murders.

Love the plot. Who cares

That victim never bleeds?

Ms Marple and I share a twinkle.

Looking through our Sherlock glass,

We’re wrinkled both.

No Marple yet, I try to separate the false

And true, distinguish clues

Relieve your blues.

I have a sense of the ridiculous

Not silly, weak nor superficial.

Imp, that’s me.

Caught In The Clutches 8.2.2011

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Before Bed 2011

Before Bed


My logic tells me you’re not there;

Faith tells me you are; Far

Beyond the mind behind and intellect,

Reached only by that pair: the paradox.

The rest is tedium,

A medium of bubbles, changes,


History repeating the illusions

Grand and small:  It all.

There is, can be no crucial

Thing to justify a clinging to,

It being all

A movie reel.

To seal the role

And steal the whole of you,

The prayer,

A substance light as air,

The core is nothing more

Than faith –

To act on, live off,

Work out, work off:

Nothing more.


Before Bed 7.31.2011

Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin



Today I Baked 2011

Today I Baked

Today I baked what Swedes call bullar.

(We say buns

with cinnamon).

They came out wonky.

Every single piece

Looked wonky,

Not one bun done twice

The same;

All shapes and sizes tasting nice.

Well, more than nice.


Not failure at which you might scream:

Not failure ruining self-esteem,

But variations on a theme.

Perhaps that’s all there should be

To make daily life, well, whim-


Today I Baked 8.1.2011

Swedish Book;

Arlene Corwin


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