2011: Arlene Corwin publishes 2 more books: The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative and Circling Round Woman.
Propaganda 2011
25 Aug 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, our times our culture
Propaganda
(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
Is
His!
In the wake of winning
Often starts the sinning:
Promises neglected,
Animal proclivities projected
Onto helpless other’s loads.
Propaganda is an ad –
Good/bad,
No more, no less.
Show mercies infinite: like God.
It’s done.
You won.
Propaganda 8.22.2011
Our Times, Our Culture;
Arlene Corwin
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A Place Where Common Sense Has No Sense 2011
19 Aug 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, nature of & in reality, revelations big & small, the processes II, to the child mystic II
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:
Indiscernible.
Smaller than the smallest.
Compressed,
Dense,
Energy enormous:
God.
℘
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.
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Only To Be Found Within 2011
19 Aug 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, definitely didactic, the processes II
Only To Be Found Within
That’s where it is,
It’s nowhere else.
Simplicity itself:
Intelligence and intuition:
Vision
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
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Caught In The Clutches 2011
03 Aug 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, a sense of the ridiculous, the processes II
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?
What?
Writing verse, a robot?
What?
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
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Before Bed 2011
03 Aug 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, circling round reality, revelations big & small
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,
Disappearances,
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
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Today I Baked 2011
01 Aug 2011 Leave a comment
in 2011, swedish book
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.
Delic-ee-ice!
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-
sical.
Today I Baked 8.1.2011
Swedish Book;
Arlene Corwin
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