Day Shapes Itself 11.27.2014

Day Shapes Itself

 

Days shape themselves.

You wake. You’re vague.

You shake away the last bit of the night;

Recycling night, you’re lighter.

Units in the form of minutes –

Minute tasks ensue.

You follow

One by one,

And one by one day’s face takes shape.

You say a yes to impulse fine:

Each impulse catalyst, each thrust

A current, spark, a signal, pulse.

Day is underway

Impulsively.

 

Day Shapes Itself 11.26.2014

Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Thank God For Holes 11.20.2014

Come on Friday, the 21st November! Rödjegård 25 8pm.  It’s my Gentle Jazz!  

Good tunes, tunes that maybe you’ve never heard that I want to introduce.  Come!  It’s 30 kronor.  Ring me if you need directions. Tel 0301-30493.

Love, Arlene

And now, a poem!

          Thank God For Holes

The nose can run,

Vagina pee,

Pee-nis too,

The back end poo.

We never think how

Holes for letting in and letting out

Modest nature ‘s spouts,

Allow for quick release.

Great and small, the body aims

To clear and cleanse.

Impressive, beyond question.

Thank God For Holes 11.20.2014

Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

It All Depends On The Night 11.18.2014

It All Depends On The Night

 

Monday.

Fix a likely program.

Practice it on Tuesday.

Time it.

What is it I’m aiming for?

Sounds right. Love it.

I’m an artist.

Wednesday.

Play the same twelve tunes.

Ruination.

What is it I’m aiming for?

Too long or short, too fast, too slow

Concept gone, timing off,

The program will be chaos,

Dithering, unsure.   Poor me.

Poor crowd.

Thursday.

Cannot capture feeling.

Will I need some caffeinated push

To give me nerve and verve,

Serve music right? Make me a thrush?

Friday.

Dearie me.

We’ll see

Tonight.

 

It All Depends On The Night 11.18.2014

Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin

 

The Inevitable Stage 11.16.2014

The Inevitable Stage

 

It doesn’t matter what you write,

The whole thing really autobio- but

You reach a stage

Where what you’ve learned

You have to teach,

Where what you know

You must give out and back,

Being the shrewdest, no,

The only thing to do.

You’ve done the usual;

Praise, prize, price bubble

And one helluva lot of trouble

For a jewel that is not…

What is left besides the gift,

The brain’s collection

Your donation?

 

The Inevitable Stage 11.16.2014

Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

Writing Poetry: A Selfie 11.12.2014

Writing Poetry: A Selfie

 

I try hard to avoid clichés,

Metaphors and similes.

Not inspired to imitate –

Never been inspired to parrot.

Fired up, I must admit,

Inspired, yes, to not write shit,

Each verb hand-picked,

A la Cid Corman* adjectives evicted.

(They’re so tempting to employ,

Annoying to the tutored eye).

Too much, too long,

The first three drafts are never strong;

I distillate to minimize,

Make it easy on the eyes,

(Bad homonyms and all).

Whatever’s thought is food for brooding,

Food for verse.

No e.e. Cummings,

I’m a stickler for the comma, dash,

Semi-colon, period…

I try to stash the article,

Indefinite and definite; trash ‘an, the’

AND conjunction.

Quirky, silly, deep or light,

Fictional or factional or

None at all,

You cannot pigeonhole.

Most of all it is a call.

In which to revel and ignite.

 

*an esteemed poet/scholar who said he hadn’t used an adjective in 32 years.

 

Writing Poetry: A Selfie 11.12.2014

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Sending Out Good Vibes ( or five friends are very sick) 11.10.2014

Sending Out Good Vibes

(or five friends are very sick)

 

Going in and sending out –

The only thing that one can do.

Sending out good vibes

To help the five extend their breath,

Cheat death,

(Whose path we do not find attractive yet).

Sending out to those who need

I-don’t-know-what –

The necessary healing comfort.

End delight, the Camelot.

Sending out an evensong

So five may live a strong bit longer.

It’s the only thing to do.

 

Sending Out II

 

Sending love

To five

Who need I-don’t-know-what,

Since You who give – strictly as needed.

Little me wants power shared

So five can live some bumper years;

Super and abundant years,

Peppy, feisty, frisky years,

Full of beans and forceful.

Not too much to ask for, is it?

 

Sending Out Good Vibes 9.9.2014/#II 11.10.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

* Mona, Tino, Ingallill,

Gösta, (pronounced yusta), Keith.

 

Sending Out Good Vibes

 

Going in and sending out –

The only thing that one can do.

Sending out good vibes

To help the five extend their breath,

Cheat death,

(Whose path we do not find attractive yet).

Sending out to those who need

I-don’t-know-what –

The necessary healing comfort.

End delight, the Camelot.

Sending out an evensong

So five may live a strong bit longer.

It’s the only thing to do.

 

Sending Out II

 

Sending love

To five

Who need I-don’t-know-what,

Since You who give – strictly as needed.

Little me wants power shared

So five can live some bumper years;

Super and abundant years,

Peppy, feisty, frisky years,

Full of beans and forceful.

Not too much to ask for, is it?

 

Sending Out Good Vibes 9.9.2014/#II 11.10.2014

Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

 

* Mona, Tino, Ingallill,

Gösta, (pronounced yusta), Keith.

 

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