A Perversion Of The Present

     It’s really about ways to develop.  Or rather, the Way among ways.   Or, ways to the Way.  There’s a word I’ve always been fond of.  It’s ‘ineffable’.  It means many things, but it really means beyond description.  That’s what all this stuff is.  One is always making a stab at it, but that’s it.   

     A Perversion Of The Present

A perversion of the present –

It is thought?

Perhaps.

And yet you have to use thought

To divest yourself of thought

(at least to start with).

Riddle; paradox; conundrum:

How to solve it?

Krishnamurti, (clever man)

Used verbs like ‘carve the brain’

‘Scoop out’, ‘uproot’, and ‘empty’, aimed

At silencing a brain that’s interfered with by:

‘Ambitions, greed, stupidities, & vanities’.

All the same,

He never tells you How

He only tells you That.

Corwin (not-so-clever girl) says,

It’s the Now and only Now

That is the What and is the How;

The instrument, the what-to-do

That only you

Can find

Inside that mind

of yours.

 

Focus on a body part,

Your spleen, your heart

A word repeated,

On your breathing in and out.

On God, a saint,

If that’s your bent.

 

Focus, watch, come back to Now

When sidetracked,

Drift away or stray.

The only entrance back is Now.

 

I’m limited, I know –

But it’s a start with which

To scratch that wandering and misleading itch

Of wishing, longing, reminiscing,

Guilt and backward/forward thinking;

Start by which

To squelch & wash away the errors, launch your niche

Your cubbyhole, your branch…

I promise you, you won’t go wrong.

 

A Perversion Of The Present 12.29.2016

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

To Write For Whom (a poem to end the year)

To Write For Whom

You reach an age when friends, your generation
Dying off like flies.
And you, full of ideas
Alive and kicking,
Finger licking fresh in mind
Trying to find
One out there,
To read your wares.
Your teeming thoughts,
Aware and deep with meaning
Warranting a reader,
Radar to its most intense.
Looking, writing, hoping for an audience,
Shakespeare felt the selfsame yearning –
Handel, Beethoven, each earning by conducting,
Not to mention poor Van Gogh
Who went the way of painters who sell nothing go.

To write, paint, sculpt, dance, sing, compose:
Any noise that oozes art.
For whom?
That is the theme, the problem
And the question.

To Write For Whom12 27.2016
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin

 

A Poem For All The Publishers Who Say “No Poetry”

A Poem For All The Publishers Who Say “No Poetry”

 

I’ve looked it up a million times –

(a little bit of overstatement never hurts)

I think in meter, think in rhyme.

It suits my temperament. Reverts

To chimes of nursery rhymes

Instinctive in us all –

This call to childhood’s guiltlessness.

Yet publishers of good repute

Refute this claim

And to their shame,

Their snobbish, profiteering shame,

Say No to poetry.

 

We should attack!

Abundant in attractiveness are we.

Ever clever, disciplined;

Deep, reflecting all reality:

And yet they say, “NO POETRY,

DO NOT SEND POETRY”.

Refused, rejected

Are we bards dejected?

Never!

We go on forever,

Eager in our hunger.

 

While you publishers go under,

We are there, bad, corny, muted,

Understated and astut-ed;

Couplets, meters, forms abstract,

Highbrow, lowbrow, autodidact:

Rumbling on like thunder.

 

A Poem For All You Publishers Who Say “No Poetry” 12.21.2016

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Who The Hell Is Reading Me? (Revised next day)

Who The Hell Is Reading Me?

       (a first draft, pre-sleep whimsy)

Who the hell is reading me?

On occasion I see one,

Occasionally, one, two, three –

It’s rough,

And certainly is not enough!

I usually do not complain,

But, fellow poets, you know it’s the damn-dest pain

To work for hours, – sometimes days

Refining, re- re- re-ing phrase

And syntax,

Checking idioms and facts

To get across idea and spirit.

Are you with it,

reader friend?

No trend, no agent/publicist to wave a wand,

No publisher to send you huge advances

Because he’s of the sole conviction of your chances.

[Do you], get my drift?

Shifting in your seats,

Because you recognize the whiney bleats

That you would like to scream out too?

Well, screw

the reading force,

That leading farce that forces us

To sit it out in silent grumble,

Mortifyingly discomfited and humble.

But know what mate?

I love it!

Never sated, secretly, I love it!

As my confidante, I tell you this.

I wouldn’t miss this silliness

For all the tea in China!

I don’t have to be a winner

Eating Nobel Prizes for my dinner,

Nah, I’m happy just to do

What you do – writing for the one or two,

(there used to be three – one has split)

Get the isolated compliment

From someone honored

– or not.

(Everyone’s got

their own way of seeing things).

Not trying in the least, to be convincing,

Cheerio, to you who may be just my opposite;

And good, good, good, good, good, good night!

 

Who The Hell Is Reading Me12.19.2016

A Sense of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

The Many Benefits Of Facebook Friends

The Many Benefits of Facebook Friends

 

A Facebook friend wrote meaningfully:

“Give me,

Five ways to give aid to people

Of Aleppo”

(You know where Aleppo is;

It’s on the lip(s)

of all the world).

A reader sent back this small clip,

A tiny snippet:

“Meditate!

Get rid of violent thoughts,

Of evil judgments that you sow

And sown,

And temper outbreaks that you’ve known.

Don’t only sit, feel sad and moan!

That is the thing this scribe can do,

Does do and plans to do.

You do it too!”

 All done and said,

That was the ‘five good things’ contributed.

When he who wrote it

Noted

This.

I wrote right back and sent a kiss.

There are ten thousand like me.

 

The Many Benefits Of Facebook Friends 12.19.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

Cosmic Coordination #3

         Cosmic Coordination #3

(one day further, meter righted, verbs re-chosen ,rhymes clearer, form tightened, economized; made easier to read;

even message and its nuance altered)

 

Moment now can never come again,

Not poetry, not inspiration;

Angle, viewing – changing. never to be re- a thing,

Moments have a nano-difference,

Must have nano-variation;

Individual, a coin

Two-sided, joined

By now and not…

 

Moments have no measure,

No more import in the one than t’other –

Value too. Does sitting on the loo

Have more significance than any other thing you do?

Same dance, same chance – with difference.

 

The instant used for what it is –

An irreplaceable – shall we say, space?

(Let’s call it ‘space) to use with all its use

As product, project, problem solved:

A life improvisation.

 

Influences, guides that sway –

You need to take them,

(soaking up many ways unawares). And unaware,

You also guide and shape and sway

From where you are, for you have power,

Synchronized with galaxy and star

And all the spheres that ever were.

 

Not to sound too know-it-all, sententious, preachy:

That’s the way it is!

 

Cosmic Coordination #3 12.18.2016

Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Consumer Of Existence

         Consumer Of Existence

Even if it’s all predestined

It’s you who choose.

So go, so do.

It does what it does

Despite your choices;

So many factors out and in you.

 

Even if it’s all predestined

You don’t know a thing,

So go, so do,

And carry on as usual.

You win, you lose,

You pay your dues,

Thinking that you have control

Though you have none at all.

 

A panorama of existence,

You consumer and disarmed.

They call it karma.

 

Consumer Of Existence 12.14.2016

Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

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