Saying Political Things

29 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, our times our cultureII Tags:

               Saying Political Things

 

I suddenly find myself

Saying political things.

A president who has a name

That pumps out rhymes that rhyme with stump and thump and clump

So numerous, so humorous you try in vain

To stifle sniggering, giggling, trying to abstain

That is, when you are not afraid of what comes next,

(What, whose head will come undone on any pretext.)

I, who never had opinions of significance inside my head,

Find that I am sitting up in bed

Watching the news,

The countless views,

And find I’ve got some too!

The boohoo, screw you kind, and views about:

Is North Korea bad or mad?

Why is the crime rate rising?

Is it rising?

Not the least surprised

If it goes either way.

And so I say,

It’s unexpected to discover

Arlene Corwin (former Nover)

Faltering and altering, but taking stance,

Dancing around matters of importance,

Though they may be comical to you,

Positing her new-found thoughts political.

 

Saying Political Things 5.29.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

A Faster Cleanup

27 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, our times our cultureII Tags:


I’ve watched the documentaries,

Read the news and watched TV.

I wish I weren’t ordinary,

More pedestrian than I would wish to be,

Surrendering to traps of

Entertainment for diversion –

All those mediocre pastimes I accuse the herd

Of needing, and I shan’t excuse my nerdy being

Leaning on that chestnut ‘will is strong but flesh is weak’.

So before you puke I’ll speak

And say, we need a faster cleanup.

 

Plastic on the ocean bottoms,

Record heats and floods and rain.

Deserts spreading, Arctic’s melting: symptoms

Of the odium of inhumane

Expansions everywhere you look:

The Book of Crooked Modern-day,

Modernity’s last supper.

So, we need a faster cleanup

Mr. Trump

and all the others.

 

A Faster Cleanup 5.27.2017

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

Building Walls

22 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, our times our cultureII, war book II Tags:

To build a wall beside your neighbor,

(though he be not dearest neighbor) –

Build a wall to hide your neighbor

And to hide yourself,

Is wrong as wrong can be.

Don’t you agree?

 

What neighbor has no overflow?

Is not magnifico?

Has not a folk to which we owe

Our history: our languages, our citizenry, heroes and mythology;

Poverty an un-destroy-able

“The poor are always with us” still, will always be.

 

What neighbor doesn’t ebb and flow,

Fail then grow?

He next store or ‘cross the border.

Not our job to build a fort

Against a fancied enemy.

 

Building Walls 5.22.2017

War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin;

 

 

No One Person

20 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, nature of & in reality, the processes II Tags:

No one dancer moves like another,

No one singer like another –

So unique are we.

Movement, voice, technique and timbre

All unique and at their best lyric

(pronounced lyreek).

How I adore

To see the store

Of talent and capacity,

Technique and flair,

Dexterity and artistry

In all from dress designer

To the finer forms from

Sculptor, painter,

To the lesser forms – whatever

They may have as name,

The nomenclature all the same to me.

Movement, sound,

The world goes round

In every creature’s singularity.

That’s all. Take care.

No One Person 5.20.2017

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

To All The Criminals IN The World

16 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, a sense of the ridiculous II, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII Tags:


What will you do with all the money that you steal?

Such frivolous ambition, such shallow drive!

To feel alive? A fancy meal?

Believe me there are better things to make life real.

Designer clothes, a fancy house?

Lots of sex to prove that you are more than mouse?

What’s wrong with you?

You’re gonna die. We all just do.

 

What in heaven’s name (or hell)?

Greed just makes you small and smell –

The whole ambition yellow.

 

Gluttony, and hunger, all those drives for more –

Their more is less. They’re glamor-less!

Not to speak of pain you cause:

The drain of pain,

The chain of pain you deign to cause!

What can I say?

You betray what human beings’s meant to be:

Nice, kind, with generosity

Abounding in all thought and deed,

All energy, all conduct and activity.

 

To all the thieves and villains,

All the gangsters, burglars, miscreants,

You’re not the fancy pants you think you are – or aim to be.

So I repeat, believe you me,

It’s all so hare-brained. Wait and see!

You will wake up one day agreeing.

 

To All The Criminals In The World 5.16.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone Has Faith

14 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, circling round reality, nature of & in reality, to the child mystic II Tags:

     Everyone Has Faith

 

Everyone has faith.

The only question is the choice we make.

Everybody worships (kind of)

What we worship is our choice –

From leaning, and from combination

Of that leaning and condition.

 

Choose, we choose what we were born to choose.

The gene, the fate, position, lot,

Perhaps to win or lose:

Strange as it sounds, our knot.

 

The crux

Is that life sucks

But faith brings trust, conviction,

Optimism, hope and courage –

All positive and negative, yin and yang

As well you know.

For what is not?

 

Everyone Has Faith 5.14.2017

To The Child Mystic II; The Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

A Problem And A Blessing

12 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, pure nakedness Tags:

A Problem And A Blessing

 

It’s a problem and a blessing;

I never do the same thing twice.

My omelets, cookies, ice cream –

Never twinned and absolutely never thrice.

My husband says, “That dish was consummate,

The best I ever ate…you must, must imitate it!

Why not write it down”.

And there’s my limit.

Always acting in the moment,

Home ingredients at hand,

Forced to recreate a dish

That will not taste of sand,

That may or may not turn out grand;

A failure or success – there’s no predicting,

But who cares!

My brain enjoys the dare,

For dare it is,

And there it is,

The blessing.

 

The problem?

Codes of norm, jazz (my profession), daily dressing;

Not recalled, created by improvisational necessity

Anew;

New strains, all things thought through

As if they’d never been.

What do you do?

And how?

 

A Problem And A Blessing 5.12.2017

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

The Making Of Perfect Love

08 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, circling round aging, circling round eros II, love relationships II, pure nakedness Tags:

     The Making Of Perfect Love

The sex is simple.

Though there’s pattern, never boring.

Feeling new, e’en better every time.

How can that be?

The years have passed the ‘sell by’ date,

And one knows couples who

Are either bored to death or hate

The touch, approach,

Who douche

Just to escape the loathing

(even some who wear their clothing

into bed).

 

But with us, we focus.

Simple, the affection real,

Start so gradual

It’s hardly recognizable as such.

As for the finish,

Since there never was a start,

It sometimes has no end,

Just petering from aged tiredness

With never a dissatisfaction,

Life and day continuing

In the most natural of ways.

 

The Making of Perfect Love 5.9.2017

Circling Round Eros II; Pure Nakedness, Circling Round Aging; Love Relationships II;

Arlene Corwin

Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure

07 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, circling round egos, definitely didactic, nature of & in reality Tags:

I’m capable of grief, regret and feeling sad.

But is that guilt? And is guilt bad?

Knowledge that the one responsible is you,

However caused:

From innocence or ignorance,

Naiveté, unworldliness,

The mess created to put other(s) in a stew.

Perhaps it is.

 

In the stillness of decision,

From a willingness and will,

Rejecting guilt, dismissing shame,

Taking culpability in name of karma,

(though I’d never harm a

fly on purpose),

If I’ve done a something to a someone,

I will have to pay back someone sometime,

Try to form and glue a future, integrated, sutured me,

New belonging and identity;

Acquiring a philosophy to lean on:

A new frame, new name, rules of the game

Ameliorating guilt and shame.

 

They write about this all the time

Have done it since the start of

Any kind of written art –

In prose, in picture and in rhyme

In life, in death, with every breath,

Mistakes corrected to reach truth

Uncovered and un-smothered,

Reaching out that truth to other.

 

Through the spittle,

Perhaps victual

Of the title

I reach out to you.

 

Guilt & Shame, Exhaustion, Doubts & Failure 5.7.2017

Circling Round Egos; Nature Of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

Coney Island

02 May 2017 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2017, pure nakedness Tags:

     Who ever thought of it as the peninsula it is. Inhabited by native Americans and called Narrioch, a ” land without shadows”, “always in the light”, its beaches facing south and ‘always in the light; a “point” or “corner of the land”. Come 1600’s and it’s Dutch bought for a gun, a blanket and a kettle.     Also called Coninen Island, then Coney Hook, then maybe Conyn Eylandt, maybe even Konah, even Colman after John Coleman, slain by the natives 1609.

Wikipedia

So I write about my Coney, phony, and for me my lonely island.

Land of rides and fun’s placations,

First such park for work vacations.

Frankfurters with kraut and mustard,

Frozen custard, chocolate syrup on the top.

Brooklyniters, Jackson Heighters…New York City’s pop…ulation

Come by subway all that way.

(Who had a car? Everything and place was far,

Every stranger from a land they landed from –

At least their dads or moms or grand or great-grand dads and moms:

Generation and the nation of the 20’s 30’s, 40’s).

Cotton candy, candied apples sweet outside, sour within.

Who thought of sugar then?

Who thought of staying thin?

Miles and miles of sand – all gray.

Cold Atlantic blocks away.

Parachute ride, new and daring.

Arlene Nover, longing, raring.

Merry-go-round wan and childish,

She, wildishly shy, tongue-tied,

Watched by grownups there not sharing any wooden horse beside

Which could have turned the ride

To fun

No parent un-derstood.

Clear and queer these memories.

Showing up spontaneously.

Sequences squeezed out of fate

Some seventy years later – late.

Coney Island 5.1.2017

Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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