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in 2015, circling round computers, our times our cultureII Tags: Appreciating our time's techniques
The Miracle of Electronics
Thousands read
And take my lead.
Thousands more
Abhor my store
Of verse and views,
Eschew or skew my prose.
A miracle
That pleases those
Who love a life impartial.
The Miracle Of Electronics 11.29.2015
Circling Round Computers; Out Times, Out Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
29 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in 2015, God Book II Tags: You can't insult something that has no ego
Insulting God
You can’t be rude to God;
God cannot be insulted.
[You] cannot hurt the feelings,
Touch affections,
Move emotions,
Sway sensation
In a constant with no ego, ergo,
Irk a constant with no ego.
[It is]
Patently, blatantly, arrantly clear. So,
Speak your wants,
Voice your needs,
Have your views, use
Words contrary to things learned.
One suggestion:
The connection!
Keep it!
Keep on going back.
This [the] one and only rule:
Repetition hits a goal
Homogenous and pleasing –
(Like this piece of cheese I’m eating
At this moment).
Insulting God 3.1.2014 (revised 11.29.2015)
God Book; God Book II;
Arlene Corwin
28 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in 2014, circling round reality, pure nakedness Tags: Childhood & bubble baths., This is what it was like.
Dreams Of Bubble Baths
A child swathed in dreams
Of bubbles: -baths and –pipes,
No longer charmed
But harmed, alarmed by life’s
Bared crises; news that frightens.
Dreams of Blake and innocence forsaken,
Given up for knowledge wakened,
Can we die a ‘happy fella’
Without yelling out “Run for your lives”?
Or, fearless and experience-free,
Like Candide and Quixote, think
“It’s heaven’s gift – all of it!
Trust in fact and act and wait.
Watch and see. It’s heavenly – all of it!”
The baths were fun; a season’s present every Yule;
The bubble-pipes more so when running after
Iridescence after school.
One read no headlines, everything a
Coming up in roses world.
I found detachment’s observations,
Wisdom thrown in for luck.
A lead-me-not-into-temptation
Bucking buck incessantly.
Stuck with what I am and what I’m not,
I’d not go back to dreams of bubbles, rather
Think, sink, drink in that:
I’ve got a tub, a tap and water.
Bubbles notwithstanding.
Dreams Of Bubble Baths 2.23.2014
Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
21 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in 2015, birth death & in between II Tags: writing my very own eulogy before the thing happens
A funeral today.
Instead of focusing on corpse, friend, death,
I focused on the music played,
The sky through windows,
Mind, brain, body,
Five swans flying by…
I did not cry.
I did not let in sentiment.
Coffin there,
She’s somewhere else.
So I resolved that when I die
I will not let or want onlookers, family,
Themselves to cry.
No tears ,
Because I am not here,
Just body’s form in
Coffin.
Instead, I urge with all my heart –
My living, beating, present heart,
Each attendee go into all their parts and focus,
All the time aware
Of where
They are.
Eulogy Mine 11.20.2015
Birth, Death & In Between II;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2015, our times our cultureII, war book II Tags: I can't leave it. More about the terror attack in France.
What I learn I give to you,
Flawed as it always is.
The brain alive. So grateful.
Terror deed in France tonight.
Terror deed in duplicate,
In triplicate, quadruplicate,
Quintuplicate, sextuplicate –
All synchronized!
And I, in bed, head functioning, limbs too,
Sit sharing it with you,
Ridiculous and disconnected the reality.
There may be better ways of acting –
I have no better way.
More About The Terror Attack In France 11.14.2015
Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin
14 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in 2015, our times our cultureII, war book II Tags: 2015 (the six-fold terror attack on France), November 14th
Where you are
When terror comes
Is karma,
Call it what you will,
Its chain untraceable.
You cannot call it anything but miracle.
Explosions over France tonight,
The inexplicability of death and fright;
Yet in the bloodbath some survive,
Shielded in uncanny ways:
Wrong time, right place;
Cell phone or a leather jacket,
Bend of knees, a sudden sneeze;
Placement meters from the rocket
Or the bullet, slightly wounded
In the toe by shrapnel’s glow,
You don’t know where to go and so,
You hide, ride out the storm
Until police and saviors come;
Some miracle of cause/effect,
Your destiny, your fate:
Call it what you will,
It’s still
A miracle.
This verse concerned survivors.
We will not mention perpetrators –
Pawns of ideology that kills. Well,
Karma’s individuality will tell.
“He who lives by sword will die…”
Though every word he swears by
Has a scripture.
I’m pretty sure!
November 14, 2015 (the six-fold terror attack on France)
Our Times, Out Culture II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin
04 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in 2015, circling round energy, circling round reality Tags: the first law of physics: every energy contains its equal and opposite energy
Bad things and happenings
Are happening, for sure.
But there’s a law,
In point of fact, the first in physics –
That the crucial brick is:
Every energy contains its equal opposite,
And I believe it.
For every plane blown from the sky,
Bomb on board, on ground,
Or other diverse reasons why,
I shall not grieve.
T’would be naïve,
Deceiving sentiment and intellect
To do so.
Good things and happenings
Are happening to even out and purify
The ratio.
As amateur and passerby,
I lay no claim to qualify.
But I’ve observed, sensed, reasoned through,
And come to the conclusion that
Bad things always return to good,
And that alone is true.
Bad Things 11.4.2015
Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
03 Nov 2015 Leave a comment
in 2015, a sense of the ridiculous II Tags: I'm serious!
People keep trying to take my money.
Survival? Profit?
Product sellers all,
Who can tell?
Why care? Well,
It’s mine.
I feel better when I have it
In my hands,
To use, abuse or save it.
A wall,
A ceiling too.
It rests upon a floor
That may not want to prop up you.
Thus, accordingly and therefore,
Is it fair
To call me Midas?
Am I Midas? 11.3.2015
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;
Arlene Corwin
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