One Or Two Bangs 2002

31 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2002, God book, our times our culture Tags:

A Couple Of Bangs

 

I was standing on my head and thinking:

One or two bangs

And the knowledge could go;

Just when I’m learning

To use my computer!

One or two bangs

And we’re scraping for scrap,

Riding on horses

(If any are left),

Charting new courses,

Bereft

Of a map,

Lighting and warming with flame sparked by flint,

Barter our mint,

Clothes made of lint.

Two generations, the knowledge could fade,

Memories turning to legend and shadow.

Just when I’m learning to turn on the Net!

I haven’t begun to discover things yet.

Damn!

A couple of bangs, a volcano that’s spewed

And the whole thing is screwed:

E-mail, airplane, trip to the stars –

(If not to the stars, then to Venus or Mars).

I was just getting used to the silicon chip,

Miniaturized lightness, plasticized hip;

All this could go with a couple of bangs,

A forty day rain

On a main plain in Spain.

God, don’t give up on us,

Rescue us,

For we’re too few bangs away.

 

A Couple Of Bangs 10.18.2002

Our Times, Our Culture; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

The Synapse Murders 2nd version 7.29.2014

29 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, a sense of the ridiculous, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality Tags:

The Synapse Murders

2nd version

 

A dear, dear friend

Has gone quite mad –

Waking nights with no idea

As to location:

How she got there,

Where,

And certainly

Not why.

She looks all right.

She sounds all right

Until the middle of the night

When lapse of synapse murders reason.

It is tragedy

If you see tragedy

As human failing

From a human flaw

Combined with circumstance

Beyond control.

It is so sad

It’s almost funny.

Forced to treat her crazinesses

Seriously,

Hoping that you never get it.

 

The Synapse Murders 7.28.2014

I Is Always You Is We; Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

 

The Synapse Murders 7.28.2014

28 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, a sense of the ridiculous, I Is Always You is We Tags:

The Synapse Murders

 

A dear, dear friend

Has gone quite mad –

Waking nights with no idea

As to location:

How she got there,

Where,

And certainly

Not why.

It is a tragedy,

A tragedy if you consider it

A human failing

From a human flaw

In personality

Combined with circumstance

Beyond control.

It is so sad

It’s almost funny.

Forced to treat her crazinesses

Seriously,

Hoping that you never get it.

 

The Synapse Murders 7.28.2014

I Is Always You Is We; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

 

Covering The Arguments

26 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1995, 2005, a sense of the ridiculous, God book, to the child mystic Tags: , ,

Covering The Arguments

 

What does it do

To the personal you

If I blaspheme or blast off?

Do you think that God minds,

Is insulted by minds that are blind?

God is bigger than that.

He laughs at the ill-behaved brat

‘Cause He loves a good joke.

He loves the whole earth

While he waits for us patiently birth after birth.

He’s such a nice bloke

You can talk to Him any which way that you feel:

Feeling is only like smoke.

 

Covering The Arguments 2.24.1995/4.23.2005

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Existence Process In The Head

25 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2004, birth death & in between, God book, the processes creative thinking meditative, to the child mystic Tags: ,

Existence Process In The Head

 

I’m either,

Thinking about things to do,

Things I miss,

Things I’m short of,

Things I want,

Or things to do with people,

Duties,

Gossip,

Guilt-trips –

Then I’m bored:

Vacuous or restless.

It leads normally to God,

Existence,

Non-existence;

Finally, to giving in

And up.

I am a nothing something:

Helpless, frail.

Then I pray

A giant nothing prayer.

There’s nothing there

Except a nothing-I and no-thing You.

Then it’s through

Until the next time.

 

Existence Process In The Head 6.20.2004

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

From A God’s-Eye Point Of View

24 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2001, God book, to the child mystic Tags: , ,

From A God’s-Eye Point Of View

 

From a God’s-eye point of view

I watch and see

And make no judgment –

Nothing that would damn.

It’s all a blessing:

Schemer, cheat:

The energy.

The sheep who bleat within the arts

Without the talent in their parts:

The energy.

I love it all.

I watch them climb.

I watch them fall —

I even love the climber’s fall.

To hear a singer who can’t sing,

Attempt to sing;

A politick that doesn’t tick,

Can never tick –

The politician’s game and trick;

The planetary shift of coin

From poor to rich, from rich to poor;

I join the stitch that joins the poor.

The amateur, professional;

The sad, bad, glad mad, fad attempts

That link it all –

I like it all.

It gets my whole approval.

Not the quality or quantity,

But energy; the haul,

The long haul and beyond.

 

We’re bonded.

All the actors, all the acts,

All the tactless, misjudged pacts;

We’re glued,

When viewed

From God’s objective eye.

 

From A God’s-Eye Point Of View 1.5.2001

To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

It’s All So Logical 7.23.2014

23 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, circling round science II, God book Tags: ,

It’s All So Logical

 

If fractal theory holds true,

Then You are me and I am You,

And that old apothegm

Is metaphorically true too;

[Made in the image of…] the start the root,

A heart whose continuity of branches are

In duplicate – in miniature

Ad infinitum.

 

Why didn’t someone put it this way

Yesterday?

Can it all be that simple?

 

It’s All So Logical 7.23.2014

God Book; Circling Round Science II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Hot Day In Sweden 7.19.2014

19 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, birth death & in between II, circling round nature II, swedish book Tags:

Hot Day In Sweden

 

Sixteen of the tiniest –

Darting, dashing, bolting flash of fish;

School of darling, swimming, skimming-surface fish.

Pattern there,

Not easy to decipher.

 

Is there play installed in instinct?

Is survival all?

Prank and inbuilt freedom

Its own call?

 

Hard to say.

Hard to see.

 

Usch! Uh oh!

In a streak a strike!

Three pike shot out from nowhere!

 

Gone the sixteen –

Left, just six.

Nature’s tricks defy description.

 

Hot Day In Sweden 7.19.2014

Swedish Book; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Nature II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

The Poet Pondered 7.17.2014

17 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, birth death & in between II, nature of & in reality Tags:

The Poet Pondered

 

The poet pondered over

Night dreads, terrors, sweats:

Night solitude –

Its message

And its usefulness.

 

It is the night –

Something about the night.

It is the mini-death

Night signifies, personifies; embodies.

The ultimate aloneness

And the silence.

 

She pondered

And she understood

Within a breath.

 

The next step was

To overcome it.

Help the others –

Sisters, brothers.

Poet’s task.

 

But then,

At this point

She can only ask –

And when she cures the mare of night

Give out

The remedy.

 

The Poet Pondered 7.17.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

I Am A Poem 5.12.2014

16 Jul 2014 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2014, the processes II Tags: ,

I Am A Poem

 

I am a poem.

I want you to enjoy me,

To read more of me.

I love to rhyme.

I have a pulse

And I’ve got rhythm.

I don’t know your age but,

If you’re reading me

I’ll wager

You’re sagacious.

Mighty gracious of you reader!

 

I Am A Poem 5.12.2014 (found on an unfinished scrap dated 12.16.2010)

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

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