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

Already

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

Already

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.

Eccentricity;

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?

#2

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?

 

            #3        

One day

After New Year’s Eve;

Thirteen sun years after

Millennium:

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

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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

Arpeggio,

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

 

 

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