Pizza Of The Moment


When a recipe succeeds,

I’m healthier and wealthier,

Needs have been met.

All I want

Is that it goes somewhere

(to share)

So, here it is, precisely as it was:

(Or vaguely…) I took

Three half cups of flour:

Wheatgerm, rye and barley.

(There, you see?

Already a surprise.)

Mixed this with,

Some baking powder,

Egg, milk, butter,

Rolled it out into a ball

Until it all

Was flattened. Then

Spread sauce (tomato), onion (chopped),

Anchovy (which chanced to have)


And more tomato,

Chicken, olives, cheeses, topped

With pumpkin and sunflower seeds. Popped

The pizza in an oven set on grill.

Fantastic! Great!

We ate up most, there still

An eighth of it in pan.

I may have dumped on more than

This, but I’ve forgotten.


Pizza of The Moment 8.19.2015

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic:

Arlene Corwin



There’s Nothing You Can Do About It

We make decisions

Seconds of each day,

Thinking, no, believing

That we

Do it


Wide of mark

And thirty-seven other synonyms that suit,

The spark of truth – its kernel lies

At, with, in, on some other root.

Tendencies, inside and out,

Latent, manifest, unknown, unseen

And every nuance in between.

Free choice?


There’s nothing you can do about it.

When you think about it,

Even that is pre-


Distinct from any logic.

There’s Nothing You Can Do About It 8.23.2015

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin



Consolation has to be self-taught, a self-consolation first and last.

When feeling the ‘lost’ kind of aloneness, the abandoned sort, live it out in an interior way, working on it as a spiritual state or a psychological one. The way to do that is by examining the feelings themselves, coupled with an intensive, ongoing but gentle attempt to offer them to God – if you believe in God – to the universe, if you don’t or can’t. Offering or offering up is key.

This means giving in to – paradoxical though it seems – the suffering, the pain. You may observe yourself fighting like crazy, but you actually have enough experience and pragmatic knowledge to come out on top.

You know, for example that time passes, that all things have an end and that ends are and have, new beginnings. If we’re thinking in terms of God, the essence of this God-force is its absoluteness, always good and good for you, always combined with justice so that everything that is happening to you and everyone else is fair, despite appearances – fair and warranted. The cause and effect chain goes back to your birth – and before, of course.

Another ‘trick’ is to think about someone in a similar but worse position to yours and how lucky you are by comparison. Count your blessings using as many mental examples as you can. Enter into the situation of pain as voluntarily as you can. The mind works when it chooses freely and knows it’s choosing freely.

Use anything around you as an instrument for lifting yourself up: anything that is there. Respond, react, use. You don’t need to create a tool. There is always one there and available. Use your intelligence, your imagination.

God – if you believe in one – provides. If you believe in an ordered existence, the laws in it, then the universe does too. Both require faith, of course. But it’s a testable hypothesis, and when and if you see results by testing, then you will find consolation.

Original 4.18.1983

Found, revised 8.6.2015

Did Curiosity Kill The Cat?

Did Curiosity Kill The Cat?


“Curiosity killed the cat”

Oh no,

It raised the cat IQ

Because of that investigative will to know

What lies inside each hole

And carryall,

Behind each bush,

The very fall a-cushioned

By all fours;

Doors there to lead to food,

Bed, mice or other goodies.

Stings he gets,

Clawings at,

Every lizard tail detached,

Pupils widened for the light,

The night,

The sight;

Smells, ears –

These senses sharp as shears;

And sneakings, creepings, climbings high:

All signs of curiosity to learn from.

Killed by? Not routinely.

Not enough to be bedeviled by

An axiom!


Did Curiosity Kill The Cat? 8.18.2015

Cat Book II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;

Arlene Corwin




The Blurbing Game

The Blurbing Game


Selling by a subtle yelling?

Ghosting, boasting,

Toasting as in ‘raise a glass’

To sell your ass at market?

Marketing; ‘to go to market

As in slaughtered,’

Do you falter

When you draft that cover

As you sell your soul, sold to

The highest bidder’?

What’s in a word, a blurb?



The Blurbing Game 8.1.2015

Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Vanities II;

Arlene Corwin



One Day Closer


It’s always one day closer

To an end, yours most importantly:

It ‘s that that counts

As days mount up inexorably.

Soon- or later, the debates are

What you do with time – your time: the in-between,

And what is worthy on this earthly sojourn?

I have answers.

There are answers: wo/man/swers!

Don’t waste a day,


But face it, for each second

Is one second closer…


One Day Closer 8.8.2015

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

Arlene Corwin


It isn’t often that a poem begins with K.

That’s okay.

Percentage wise, zero point

Seventy-two percent


Bad. *

It could have been a J, V, X,

Or piddling Z.

K stands for Knee.

When I was young my knees were perfect.

They could walk, stretch, bend


Oh, how I ignored them.

They were beautiful!

Well-formed, patellae parallel;

Symmetry i.e.

Knees that please.

Who knew?

Knees 8.2.2015

Circling Round Vanities II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

*Letter Frequency Wikipedia

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