My I Is Always You

 

I have no secrets,

Every here revealed in each under-text

For you to find, identify

And see yourself in.

They are signals – call them semaphores.

Your world may not be mine,

Yet all the same, my mine is you

Though your existence is your own.

 

My I Is Always You (started) 11.26.2014(finished 10.31.2015)

I Is Always You Is We;

Arlene Corwin

Time Isn’t

 

It’s – and I don’t like to ply the word –

A non-existent; nothing but

A construct

To describe and not define

Growth and decay,

The born, the dying.

It’s – a

‘Now you see it, now you don’t’,

‘Now it’s here and now it’s not

Time the tag

Of laws, of change.

Time the badge.

Time the label

Giving names to light years, birthdays…

Every whatsit measured by an age.

As something Time is not.

 

Time Isn’t 10.23.2015

Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Reality; Nature of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Found on Facebook: a poster from my first film 1960 Juke Box Racket (me upper right, lower right middle girl)

Juke Box Racket 1960 – Mario (‘Peter Clune’ ), a gangster, takes the fifth amendment when being questioned by the Senate Sub Committee on his connection with racketeering within the juke box industry. While in a small New Jersey town, teenagers Bob (Steve Karmen), Judy (Arlene Corwin),Ginger (Beverly Nazarow), Seymour (Seymour Cassel) and Betty (‘Dalene Young (II)’ go to the train station to pick up Judy’s cousin-from-Tennessee, Lulubelle (Lou Anne Lee). They take her to their local hangout, a pizzeria called “Mom & Pops”, a broken down place ran by a couple named Mom (Emy Boselli) and Pop (William J. Daprato.) After leaving the senate hearing, Mario, on his way to a large meeting of racketeers, drops by the pizzeria for a cold drink, and notices that Pop’s jukebox is not one belonging to the syndicate. He asks the local rep of the syndicate, Morty Belowsky (Ray Singer to find out why, and Morty reports the place doesn’t make enough money to make it worthwhile, but Mario isn’t having any of that and orders the syndicate’s box be put in “for the principle of the thing.”

Loud Fast And Out Of Control - Rockabilly Radio Show's photo.

I Guess I Am A Pessimist

I guess

I am a pess-

imist,

According to the schisms

And the rhythms

Of our times.

I don’t believe that evil

Will prevail

Over

Good

Forever;

Good and evil alternate –

Anger/humor,

Love and hate.

I define myself

Against the –ist and –ism,

And I find myself

A pessimist:

Valid as a

Pallid

Salad,

Edible but not delicious.

Maybe, just a bit nutritious

Observing the necessities of circumstance.

I Guess I Am A Pessimist 10.10.2015

Circling Round Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

When Genius Walked The Streets Before The Wars

Source: When Genius Walked The Streets Before The Wars

When Genius Walked The Streets Before The Wars

 

Once there was genius.

There were many;

There were genii,

And we will never know how many, for

There came a war.

In fact, there came a-many.

And there came dictator:

Many.

Killings, fleeings, shittings, peeings: chaos.

Geniuses that walked the streets

(or stayed at home creating) Joy!

And then, the girls, boys

With life to change the arts, the sciences

Were gone before begun;

Departed.

Never started.

Never to know what they missed,

We, not to be ever kissed by them

When genius walked the streets

Before

The wars.

 

When Genius Walked The Streets Before The Wars 10.9.2015

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

arlenecorwinpoetry.com

 

 

 

Everybody Bosses Me Around

Everybody Bosses Me Around

 

Everybody bosses me around

And I let go.

Opinions, points of view,

An extroverted personality

With an introverted character,

The inner in, the outer out,

I think, I want,

And when it doesn’t work,

I wait –

Sometimes for years – it doesn’t matter.

Fate has ways that shatter

All one’s inner-outermost desires,

With results un-thought of.

 

Not letting wish or viewpoint haunt.

One weighs the want.

Things aren’t that important

And I’ve won.

 

Everybody Bosses Me Around 10.8.2015

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

Fun Without Foundation

 

When I was sixteen, out on dates,

I found that fun was too complex.

Concealed, the concept unrevealed,

I never found it, it abstruse

With no foundation: an illusion,

And illusions weren’t worth pursuit.

 

Parties weren’t…Dances weren’t…Dating wasn’t…

Dressing up as expectation,

Grueling dressed up expectation

Brought me angst,

The chain that lead to so-called fun

One of the draining pranks

Of youth.

 

Now I sing a pundit’s tune

Grounded in its melody: one on one or just alone.

Situations one on one are better than

A group, a crowd, a team, a clan

And lead to fun-serenity.

Even family’s lost its pull,

The beauty in seclusion chosen

And conditional.

.

Fun Without Foundation 4.12.2006/revised 10.1.2015

Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

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