The Art Of Criticism


The art of criticism

Should consist

Of accurate, rich language-ism;

Gentleness and witticism,

Care and love implicit

In a simple, clear expression.

 

Love of th’art it’s writing ‘bout,

Love, respect inside and out

For author, auth’ress, sculptor, sculptress,

Painter, paint-ress, instrumentalist and –ess.

Poet, poetess whose full respect he/she/they merit.

 

When I read clichés inherent

Such as, “Awesome” “Great” and “Wonderful”,

Thoughtless, glib and under-worked;

When I read “Like”, “Thumbs up, “Thumbs down

I frown.

 

This plea from Ms. Poetic Me,

Sincere, considered, justified

Is plain ol’ objectivity,

Objecting to a lazy critic.

 

A good critique

Is not a trick

Played out in adjectives and verbs.

A worthy critic is superb,

Does not disturb

Because he values art and artist.

 

The Art of Criticism 6.30.2016

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lumps & Bumps


There are wrinkles, lines,

Osteo- this, osteo- that,

And then the bumps –

Perplexing lumps

From nowhere,

Showing up and growing,

Coming and not going.

Bother!

You think cancer, other

Causes and annoyances:

Worry, costs and doctors.

Signs and trends!

Oh, brother,

Will they never end –

These changes downward foul and fetid,

Sour, dour, cowardly?

Unsightly forms

Informing us

Of beauty’s loss, songs unsung,

Boss death and wretched other wrongs?

 

Lumps & Bumps 5.29.2016

Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; 5.29.2016

Arlene Corwin

Inner Conflict (deep growing inner sadness for society)


If I were ninety

I might think

It’s time to leave this world. And if

I thought I’d incarnate, re-incarnate,

Then I would hesitate

To have this wish

For just the reasons

Swished before,

Since this old world is goin’ to hell

In a damned wheelbarrow, and

Who’d wish to stay here till tomorrow

Or come back to what’s to be?

 

Inner Conflict 6.27.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

The Big Decision: Britain Leaves EU

Today in Sweden, parties;

Midsummer solstice has been reached.

In England’s Stor Brittania* (Great Britain)

Union has been breached –

The vote: to leave a Europe’s huge and first attempt

To make a Europe one.

Now it’s done!

Great Britain is the first to leave,

Reminding one of Union

And Confederate:

The US Civil War.

What more?

We don’t know what will follow.

Will  the morrow turn to their advantage?

From the vantage point of Sweden,

Whose dependency is export,

It may be for the worse.

For all the rest, a blessing or a curse

Is yet to see.

Meanwhile, it’s for the likes of me

To write, describe and not project.

The project European Union

Will, in every likelihood,

Go on.

For my part I’m opinion-free.

Now on to my own party.

 

The Big Decision (Britain Leaves EU) 6.24.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

*Swedish for Great Britain

 

 

The Longest Day – Again

 

Oh, this time business!

Reminded with, by many signs;

Symbols that we celebrate and calibrate;

Every year the summer solstice!

Here in Sweden parties, feasting, dancing, joy,

With a thread of aggravation, kicking off annoyance –

Passing time a sign indeed!

 

Darkening a little earlier,

Seeds sown both in earth and past

Bloomed and harvested. Some not manifest.

Autumn on its way, and winter.

Wishfully, another spring, but now is now,

One can’t allow a sorrow.

Sun is strongest. Night is shortest. Day is longest.

And hurrah!

 

The Longest Day – Again 6.21.2016

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

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Sick Culture


I walk into the pharmacy

To buy, I don’t know what – toothpaste.

What do I see?

Lines, queues of people waiting anxiously

Or patiently

To fill, re-fill prescriptions.

It’s a sick, sick culture.

 

Sick Culture 6.20.2016

Defiant Doggerel; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

Going Through It

           Going Through It

 

I’m thinking about you

Everyday, and what you’ve got to go through,

Going through right now.

I cannot do

a thing –

Well, give a ring now and again –

But you have other friends

And relatives for that

To buy each this and that

To fill your needs.

No, in as much as my heart bleeds

For what you’re going through

And what you probably will go through,

Forced by creeds

Of other sorts

I’m forced to sort it out.

 

You’re ill,

And you’ll be ill a while.

Thoughts say, “Get well!”

Three times “Get well”,

Eight, thirty times “Get well!”

Sent into space, to heaven, God –

More times than spent on Mac or IPad.

Possibly the most effective way

From me to you

To help with what you’re going through:

I pray – not in the ordinary way –

I don’t know how to say it,

Words don’t, can’t describe it,

But I’m with you – and pray it.

 

Going Through It 6.16.2016

Special People, Special Occasions; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

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