Fun 2 2012

Fun Is Not Fun 2


It isn’t fun to look for fun,

For in the long run fun’s

A smokescreen, hiding place;

Base of base, a waste (of time).

Thwarted when it doesn’t come,

This, written for the one

Who lives on fun,

But never thrives,

Who’s often bored

And looking forward, never in the now;

Who doesn’t know

That everything is fine

And fun


Without looking.


Not fun to cook up fun;

A camouflage,

The taste, in time

A heavy tome.

It doesn’t come,

To one

Who lives for fun,

Who’s often bored out of his head.

Gets drunk instead

(Which isn’t fun).

He doesn’t know

That everything is fine

And fun


Without looking.


Fun 11.18.2012

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin





When You’re Nearing Eighty 2012/2013

When One Is Nearing Eighty


New, strange openings

Among the closings.


Approval and esteem.

Fear of death, but loss of fear –

Ever nearing understanding of the dying

And accepting.

Few opinions, no opinion –

All opinions having worth;

Judgment gone.

It’s all one wealth.

You, in short are leaving earth

Relatively soon

Leaving earth to earthlings

And their generation.

Still, you’re far from free-complete.

Even you know that.

And hoping that you’ll live to conquer

Every trait that keeps you back

From fullness.


When One Is Nearing Eighty 12.31.2012/2013

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Reality;

I Is Always We Is You;

Arlene Corwin




Day After (3 versions) 2013

Day After #1

One day

After New Year’s Eve;

Thirteen sun years

After millennium:

Continuation ordinaire,

Nothing changed but numbers.

What makes dates so great?

Why fireworks

To signalize, nay, celebrate

A time that’s anyway here/gone?

I am a yin/yang person

Thinking all the time –

What’s there to make a fuss

About when it’s a fiction?


Day after New Year is

Continuation ordinaire:

Nothing changed except the number.

I‘m a yin/yang, pro-con person

Celebrating time that’s done.

Why the fireworks

When it’s a fiction?



One day

After New Year’s Eve;

Thirteen sun years after


Continuation ordinaire,

Nothing changed but numbers.

What makes dates so great?

Why the fireworks

To signalize

A time that’s anyway here/gone?

I am a yin/yang person

Thinking all the time –

What’s there to celebrate

When it’s a fiction?

Day After 1.2.2009/2013

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between;

Circling Round Time; Circling Round Reality;

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

2012 in review Arlene Corwin Poetry have-a-look

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Little Steps 2012

Little Steps


Little steps taken alone:

Small moves in isolation;

Growth, progress, all in

Small steps – no hops; the way to concentration,

Higher being, deeper seeing

And the soundest system

To self-wisdom.


With little more to say, small obstacles still in the way,

Not much elucidates the matter better.

Later what’s in store

Is written in the letter

Of the law

of karma:

Chance and luck and ambience,

All in the chain of cause/effect;

Destiny determined, radiated

By decision, persons and location.


Little is by small degrees – but gets there.

Little has a small effect – but gets there.

Little sounds like trivial.

It isn’t.

Little has a goal

and gets where

We’re all headed for sooner

Or later.


Small Steps 12.29.2012

Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin



Seventy & 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

Listening To 50’s Andre Previn 2012

Listening To 50’s Andre Previn*


What are we doing,

More than looking

for ourselves, for

For ourselves we borrow styles,

Noticing the other’s tools,

Movements when we write a song,

Or play our wrong


Ourselves opposed.

We contra-go, we question-learn,

We contra-play all in the quest for unity.

What is a quest(ion) but a search

We recognize as me or I –

One to live with and enjoy.

We keep on borrowing and using,

Sometimes jumping, hopping off,

To head where we belong.

We’ve seen a light –we’ve had enough.

The clue, the warning?

Discontent; a know-not-why;

A looking-in; a “That’s not me”.

What are we doing, more than looking

For ourselves, for

Therein sits serenity.


*who left jazz piano behind to become a conductor.



Listening To 50’s Andre Previn 5.4.2012/12.20.2012

Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin



Time Ticks The Word 2012

Time Ticks The Word


Time ticks the word, the word ticks time;

Choice word to operate.

Time ticks, impressions fade,

Each phrase a lifeblood, wordhood

To elect, select (for at the start

There was the word)

Think, that Beginning had a word

No, was a word.

Could it be Om? Amen?

It doesn’t matter.  There it was:

A word!

Unheard, of course,

But there; essential for

The time that was,

That is, that will

Be ever and forever.


Time Ticks The Word 11.29.2012

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin






Following The Light With Laptops 2012

Following The Light with Laptops



Bear the laptop down the stair


Morning light is with the sun.

I seek the opposite of dark, a zone

Of something undefined.


Another room.

Before, I saw the lake outside,

Now, as I hit the keys,

Pine trees hide and bridle rays.


Something bright comes out

In what I write

Thanks to the light,

Hidden or not.


It’s night.

I definitely need another

Space on which to place the laptop,

Tabletop my closest hope.

On my knee I watch TV.

(It’s not that I am on my knee,

But you are,

Pretty white computer)

Anyway, I multi-task.

(Don’t ask

About the quality).

I’ve fetched some soup,

Tapped the laptop

Next to me,

Edited while looking at a mystery,


Checked the text and mail,

Googled stars I find enthralling;

(Some would say appalling and a way to stall)

Superficial, I confess,

Yet it is

A satisfying, meter-less existence.


Following The Light With Laptops 10.11.2012

Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin





Esoteric Truth 2012


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

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