31 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, Uncategorized Tags: it's a new year - for all it's worth
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29 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, to the child mystic II Tags: the soul
My Soul Place
Not a body with a soul,
But a soul that has a body,
Body mine and it going around
Together –
Where, whenever…
Taking me where
We should be.
It’s perfect.
My Soul Place 12.29.2013
To The Child Mystic II;
Arlene Corwin
29 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, birth death & in between II Tags: no idea comes out of a vacuum
There’s nothing in me/ Not really/A soul perhaps/ But ideas?/ They come from everywhere:/each scene seen,/words heard/Then i write,/which feels right,/the only right thing with no rationale/no reason why/the urge itself identifying/who I am. etc, etc. to come.
As I write this out it sounds kind of Buddhistic with ‘no me’, but un-Buddhistic because there is a soul. Do we Jews believe in a soul? In which case it also sounds Jewish. Certainly Hindu. Seen practically, I certainly think that, as I said in a poem once, “nothing comes out of a vacuum”. So back to Stealing From Life, I think that will be the next one. (But I never can tell).
Stealing From Life
There’s nothing in me, not really.
Soul, possibly,
(Well probably); but ideas?
Inklings, maybe,
Vague anticipations/no anticipations…
They come: seeing where it takes a crumb.
Scenes seen, words heard;
Then I write (which feels right)
The only thing to do with nothing cogent
And no reason why,
The urge itself identifying
Who I am,
Its raison d’etre.
(It’s terrific!
What a rush!
What a charge!
What a blast!
The thrill of slang not least.)
Stealing From Life 12.29.2013
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
28 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, birth death & in between II, circling round nature, circling round reality, circling round time II, Uncategorized Tags: Happy New Year 2014
Leaving Two-Thirteen BehindJust behind: two-thirteen.Hard to put your finger onThe grieving; shorter years;The cloths of fate.Thieving years (theft more the word)Fears caving in,But fears of dying; Merde!Closer to the grave.
How much did one achieve,The question. PeevedIn some unconscious way,Un-livedout dreams corrosive,One was passive, much too passive,Non-assertive.On the eve of leaving,Threshold weaving two-thirteenInto a two-fourteen, waving goodbyeWith fireworks and resolutions,
Thinning bones and air pollution.
Two-fourteen;A coming into being.Leaving Two-Thirteen Behind 12.28.2013Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Time II;2Arlene Corwin
26 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, pure nakedness Tags: childhood imprints
Small Disappointments
Stamped, tattooed,
The small boo-hoos of childhood.
“Mommy please, a pair of tap shoes”
“Mommy, that Hawaiian skirt,
Oh mommy, mommy please”
No dear, you have a murmur of the heart.”
“As for the skirt, we can’t afford it”.
Small longings never gotten to,
Absolutely not forgotten, so
She never tapped,
She never swayed;
Seldom put words to a wish.
She thought, she felt.
Mommy firm, she got the message.
And she never argued;
Got to play the harp instead.
She sang, she learned piano, but
Such tiny sorrows stay.
Small Disappointments 12.26.2013
Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
22 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, love relationships II Tags: the human condition, What's he afraid of?
Fear of What?
Married fifty years
And he won’t fart in front of her –
He simply can’t. He won’t.
He’d rather leave the room instead,
Holding out until he’s ‘dead’.
Poor man: conservative until the end;
Same suit, same T shirt, jeans;
Blue white and clean –
What is he so afraid of`
In his stiff nightmarish life,
Life passing by like Prufrock? *
And his wife?
She buys new frocks,
Changes her hairstyle;
Always there for him, while he, well,
Has an earthly hell and doesn’t know it.
*see The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
Fear Of What? 12.22.2013
Love Relationships II;
Arlene Corwin
19 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, birth death & in between II Tags: preparing for the inevitable, the inevitable
Talking To & For Yourself
You’ll be going to funerals.
They’ll be coming to yours.
Expect it. Prepare.
Unforeseen or
What they told you;
New born, timeworn: gone,
Pushing you
Against an unknown absolute.
Unimagined, unexpected,
Un-awaited, un-projected
Un- thought out about before –
Or,
Antonyms of the above:
It matters.
Then it’s you, your turn to go.
Their turn to organize,
To empty house, to vocalize:
To cry.
The getting ready,
The acceptance or rejection,
Mulling over ‘fore and after
Hinge on pre-work done,
Talking to and for
Yourself.
Talking To & For Yourself 12.16.2013
Birth, Death & In Between II;
Arlene Corwin
10 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, the processes II Tags: limitation has nothing to do with communication
I Daresay, That’s Ok
With the limited vocabulary
Of an African tribe
I find, like them, I can describe
Whatever, rather well;
(fairly, pretty, moderately,
somewhat, anyway.)
In daily life I cannot tell
A story
Or a
Joke.
But if I poke around a bit
Get to the gist of it
Convincingly (not always beautifully)
But powerfully enough to get a rise
From reader wise I wish to touch
I daresay,
That’s ok.
I Daresay, That’s Ok 12.10.2013
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
08 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, the processes II Tags: What is it to create?
They Call It Inspiration
Sometimes I think I’ve said it all;
Compulsive rhyme-&rhythm-er
Giving out the personal, subjective
Universal and objective
in poetic form;
Unable and unwilling to use normal
Prose. Who knows?
Who cares? Just I.
In any case,
I write with ease
When guided by the muse poetic;
So, as said,
I think I’ve said it all
Until I say it next.
I think they call it inspiration.
They Call It Inspiration 12.8.2013
The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
03 Dec 2013 Leave a comment
in 2013, circling round nature, swedish book Tags: Waiting
Waiting For April
Waiting for April:
A friend waits for the months to turn,
Return to April.
Mind/heart burning
For early darks and chill to go;
The tendril more than slender wisp,
And hints of warmer winds,
The longer light, its lengthy rays
With birds from other lands preparing
Wings not yet a-nesting….
Signs attesting to the spring.
Friend waits, awaits,
The fourth
Month
And its thirtieth
And final day
To turn, voilá
To May!
Waiting For April 2.3.2013
Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature;
Arlene Corwin
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