28 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, to the child mystic II Tags: what you should be thinking about anyway, your only safety valve
Esoteric Truth
Imagine that your relatives
Have vanished in an earthquake,
Tidal wave. Lost lives.
You are. You’re left to shake.
What can you say to save you?
“Well, it’s You and me kid – You and me”?
As far as I can see, it should be
What you’re saying anyway
Throughout the day:
The I/ Thou thing;
Only You and me, kid – You and me.
Esoteric Truth 11.26.2012 (found on a scrap written ?)
To The Child Mystic II;
Arlene Corwin
27 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, a sense of the ridiculous, the processes II Tags: the miracle of creating, the miracle that is creatiing
What Sense Of Order?
My sense of order is,
To say the least,
Outside the ordinary.
Organized peculiarly onto itself.
It is, however
Order
Craving effort, for
It runs, hops skips,
Connections vague as cirrus;
Crystal ice,
Fixed as geometry,
Result not cloud or chaos,
Not free verse that’s free, but bursting
Out of fragments freed
Then unified.
My sense of order is not cute,
Not in the Webster sense of cute,
Roots in the gene, route evergreen;
Unseen, it is productive.
Having shaped this poem, its meter
And its content, all while organizing
Books and/or clean sheets
of paper.
Ordained, it seems by outer space,
Orchestrated out of orbit,
As orgasmic as organic,
Organza at its sheerest,
I lie here a-writing,
As amazed as you
At what this mind can do.
What Sense Of Order? 4.2.2011(found 11.26.2012)
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
17 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, birth death & in between II, nature of & in reality Tags: everything wants to live
All Species, Every One
All species, every one;
Feeding, playing, sickening:
All wanting to survive
Though stricken, weakened,
Fighting not to dive
Into the depths of death
Where synonym and adjective
Lack strength enough
To clarify;
Energy that was divisible,
Invisible,
Unknowable, defied
And disappeared;
To leave a motionless, decaying form
From ant to elephant: small to gigantic.
Then there’s me, the un-romantic
Unaccepting critic.
All Species, Every One 11.17.2012
Birth, Death &In Between II; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
17 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012 Tags: how we love our computers, oh
Following The Light with Laptops
Morning:
I carry the computer down the stair
Where
Morning light is with the sun.
I seek the opposite of dark, a zone
Of something I cannot define.
Noon:
Another room.
Before, I saw the lake outside,
Now it’s the trees.
The sun is hiding as
I hit the keys.
Something bright comes out,
Thanks to the light.
Now it’s night.
I definitely
Need to find another space
On which to place the laptop,
Tabletop my closest hope.
Nope.
On my knee
I watch TV.
(It’s not that I am on my knee,
But you, my white computer
Are)
Anyway, I multi-task.
Don’t ask about the quality.
I’ve fetched a plate of soup.
I’ve put the laptop next to me,
Editing and looking at a mystery
(I love them too)
Having written, edited and checked the mail,
Googled stars I find enthralling –
God I’m superficial.
Yet I must confess,
It is
A satisfying (out of meter) life
After all.
Following The Light With The Laptop 10.11.2012
Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin
17 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, birth death & in between II, birthday book, circling round vanities II Tags: aging & priorities, aging & setting aside vanities
Seventy And Eight
Seventy and eight:
You’ve definitely
Set aside some vanity.
What is it but priority?
And some priorities have changed.
It’s called acceptance.
Skin that’s re-arranged itself
Without permission.
When you’re nearing birthdays
Each and every
Twelvth damned month,
You shun
The cant if you’re observant.
This has that… and that’s a pain,
Marriages have come and gone,
You’ve eaten everything on offer.
Gone the need to entertain
The suffering’s more neutralized;
So many friends and kin have died.
You’ve channeled drives
That used to thrive on pleasure.
With a birthday coming up
You’re going down each second’s unit
So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.
Here is where it gets didactic:
Birthdays coning up – don’t hope but have it.
As for vanity, retract it.
That’s it.
Seventy & Eight 10.28.2012
Birthday Book; Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & InBetween II;
Arlene Corwin
16 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round nature, circling round vanities II, nature of & in reality Tags: acceptance and toleration, growing older, nature is silly, we women, who can stop nature
Turning Male
This body’s turning male.
It wants to change its gender.
Hormones having failed it,
A moustache grows, is tweezed away,
Vacations for awhile,
The fertile, fecund follicles that mumble
Under skin and pore
Vital, waiting, joining forces
Then emerging.
Who can purge
This test of destiny;
This hormone norm-become-a whore worn
Allowing one last trace of womanhood
To makes demands and get its way.
The shadowed over-lip not every
Woman’s fantasy.
Though nose hair pros say
Nose hairs have protective power.
Piffle poppycock! Each hour they flower,
Blackening the furrows
Meant for air.
The germs? Who cares?
Breathing freely’s
Less important than one’s beauty.
(Well, my friends, it used to be.)
If I’m incapable of loving it,
I’ll simply rise above it and just tweeze
Away this sense of the ridiculous.
Tolerating both the newness and the process.
Turning Male 11.3.2012
Circling Round Vanities II; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature;
A Sense Of The Ridiculous;
Arlene Corwin
13 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, pure nakedness Tags: changing, coming to terms, growing, hidden confessions, maturing
Biographies In Verse (continued from Streams Of Consciousness)
What a way to hide, yet yell
About your well of life inside a meter;
Details you might choose to lose,
Conceal under bedclothes:
Particulars essential to your memory.
Neckerchief presented by
A grateful student,
Compliment appreciated,
Given by
A lover long, long years ago;
Facts repressed, ashamed
Or guilty of that used to be a truth,
Belonged to youth –
Almost forgotten –
Gone
Or
Compensated for.
Along comes rhyme
To bring the time out into daylight,
Clarified and universalized;
Coded accolade
In verse.
Biographies In Verse 11.13.2012 (con’t from Streams Of Consciousness)
Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2012, a sense of the ridiculous, pure nakedness Tags: changing, coming to termsn, growing, hidden confessions, maturing
Streams Of Consciousness
To write in code,
Record
The streets you strode,
The lost rewards that shrouded days,
The so-called rosebud days,
The childhood days of silent angst;
The crude nude, many-hued inquietude
Withstood in crazy ways,
Eventually phasing out
Erased,
Replaced
By peace.
Streams Of Consciousness 11.13.2012
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
07 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in 2012, circling round baths II, the processes II Tags: going 'inside', insights, nano-minutes, reflecting, Thinking
Bending Over The Bathtub Thinking
Brain, I am in touch with you,
And you’re in touch with You-niverse,
You-know-verse
Which knows you back:
Front, sideways too.
First I’m staring,
Nothing going on ‘upstairs’.
Slowly I become aware I’m staring;
Nothing going on ‘upstairs’ where
It all counts.
I change within a second
In, inside the mind
And bind myself to it.
It’s beckoned.
Then, experiencing It flashing
In a nano-minute
I stand up, go out,
And picking up the book I’m reading
Carry on the day.
Bending Over The Bathtub Thinking 6.19.2012
Circling Round Baths; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
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