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.

No

Get-up-go-

                 to-work ethos,

No

Three-meals-cut-out-mouse-

                                         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

Into

         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?

Discontent;

A looking-in;

A know-not-why;

A ‘that’s not me!’

 

What are we doing more

Than looking for

Ourselves,

For there sits our

Serenity.

 

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.

(Though

No idea ever is ever own-ed)

To

Twist, turn, angle,

In a world

Of focuslessness,

Ideas global?

 

Don’t

Get bored,

Be unaware:

Instead, 

Take in, endure.

Ideas exist for

You.

 

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

                                       face

(and other parts) have had their use.

With not a chance to brace yourself,

You wake and wrink-

                                    le

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

 

 

 

 

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