What Was Once 2012

What Was Once


What was once can never be.

Resemblance, yes.

But not exactly.

What was once you do not want

Again.  You do not

Want what’s spent.

It makes good sense.

The point is that the you that was,

The them that was,

The it that was

Was right for then.

The you, the them, the it

That was would never suit

The you that is,

And if you’re honest

Wise and rounded,

You that is, is bound for something

That is better yet.

You bet!


What Was Once 5.30.2012

Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

Fully Automized 2012

Fully Automized


Self-going I,

All that I have to do is fuel you up

Now and again,

Move ‘round a bit,

Put you to bed at night

And let

You think, thank God

For good ideas and food that fills,

And verse

From phrases fragmentary;

Crazy news of crazed events

That break…

A fully automized un-automated I and me;

A miracle,

For heaven’s sake.


Fully Automized 5.20.2012

Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin







The Most Natural One Of Us (In The House) 2012

The Most Natural One of Us (In The House)


The most natural one of us

In the house

Is Albert Cat.

When lengthened days of May

Manipulate his melatonic ways

And night sings

“Come to me my melatonic baby”,

He succumbs,

Coming through his door

At four,

(that’s right, that’s 4a.m. at night)

For Cat’s Delite,

At which a.m.

He joins Ms Corwin in

The bed.



                 to-work ethos,



                                         snacks club,

No member of the ‘idle hands

Make-devil’s-work  society,

He follows days circadiant,

His nature conflict-free.  At ease. 

He spends no years in therapy

Spending his money or monies.

Nah, the most nah-tural of us

In this or any house

Is he.



The Most Natural One of Us 5.21.2012

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin



Don’t Trust That Memory 2012

     Don’t Trust That Memory


Do not trust that memory.

It adds or steals; misrepresents;

Takes reels of film

That never happened

And coagulates them.  Stuck in time

You’re either older or you’re younger

Or it never happened.

Did you make love in the hall

When you were fourteen?

Fall into that well

When you were two,

Hanging by small fingers

‘Til a neighbor pulled you up? 


Endless scenes

You do not screen or question.

After all, they’re pictures burned

Onto a brain you trust,

The story growing mollusk crust.


If I were you, I wouldn’t live

On movie clips and photographic negatives

You’re positive about.

Does that smash your boat and crush your melon?


Push a disinfected you


         the moment!

Manipulated every day by reminiscence,

We scandalously play with memory.   

Just don’t take it seriously.


Don’t Trust That Memory 5.19.2012

I Is Always You Is Me; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin



Listening To Andre Previn 1950 Something 2012

Listening To Andre Previn 1950 Something


What are we doing more

Than looking for ourselves?

Borrowing our styles,

Noticing the indecisive

Movement when we write,

(an O that should go rightwards

which we suddenly write leftwards).

We oppose ourselves; impugn, negate;

We contra-go, we contra-play,

We question-learn

All in the quest for unity.

What is a question but a search?

Consistency we recognize as ‘me’

To live with and enjoy.

We keep on borrowing and using,

Sometimes jumping off

[The instrument, the job]

to head where we belong.

We’ve seen…  We’ve had enough.

The clues? The warning?


A looking-in;

A know-not-why;

A ‘that’s not me!’


What are we doing more

Than looking for


For there sits our



Listening To Andre Previn 1950 Something

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality; Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin







Ideas Ubiquitous 2012

          Ideas Ubiquitous


Why should artists,

Makers and initiators,

All originators –

Lose the drive in dryness

When Ideas are everywhere –

To take and use,

Make to your own.


No idea ever is ever own-ed)


Twist, turn, angle,

In a world

Of focuslessness,

Ideas global?



Get bored,

Be unaware:


Take in, endure.

Ideas exist for



Ideas Ubiquitous 4.26.2012

Circling Round Reality; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin






Controlling Time 2012

       Controlling Time


You do change, and

It is a stranger and surprise.

Eye shape, vagina too.

(I do not know what penises do).

Lips up and down too thin, askew;

Creeping, drooping going on while sleeping.

Up, down, in, out, crepey


(and other parts) have had their use.

With not a chance to brace yourself,

You wake and wrink-


There between the brows,

Outside and under eyes;

Lids, brows, sight victimized,

Lost in lies of chronologic- truth,

Wide-eyed and starry-eyes of youth concluded.


Connecting time, correcting time, controlling time –

Impossible, ridiculous!

Perhaps collecting time from birth,

Self-going apparatus,

Mind its own,

Is all we ever do. 


Controlling Time 4.22.2012

Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Vanities II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin





An Author Is 2012

            An Author Is


A presence (antonym of absence) generous

Whose aspiration is to reach,

Enrich it–doesn’t-matter-who. 

He knows that you,

Attracted to his call

Are called by karma, 

As are the those who,                   

Un-attracted stay away,

Each taste its own niveau;

A sign.

The author. un-put off-able goes on.


My husband calls it ego

For its marketplace objective:

Thought conceived to sell.

I call it ego-less, idea told,

Conceived and yelled

By way of hand,

To bare a soul,

Shared with the band of mankind,

Yes, both generous and bold.


An Author Is 5.13.2012

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin





Once More From The Bath 2012

Once More From The Bath


Thank you God, for the computer. –

It gives room for privacy

To listen inside/out of me

And get it down,

Not forced to see a soul

(except my own).

Thank you for a bathtub,

Callous softening in peace –

A place

Where I can lift a leg

Behind my head

And not succeed.  (I never do).

But with no hundreds to behold me

I can keep on trying,

Lying there.  Thank you.

Giant, tiny oxymoronic gifts are mine

While barren, impecunious, impoverished

Of every age define their lives and are defined

By piles of garbage – soggy, squelchy;

Luckless, hapless, poor

On other levels too

While I’ve got bath, computer,

Endless water;

Lucky, favored.

Thank you.

Once More From The Bath 5.10.2012

Circling Round Baths; God Book; Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

Fault Line Metaphor 2012

Fault Line Metaphor


Fracture in the crust.

Not a mistake, not error;

Nature’s crack attended by

Displacement on one side

Proportional to t’other.


Never  error – just effect

That goes for all and everything

And all the time,

Not matter how it seems.

Rewards we’re not inclined to thank.

It’s how it’s seen,


Fault Line Metaphor 4.8.2012

Nature In & Of Reality;

Arlene Corwin

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