26 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, I Is Always You is We Tags: Be daring, be honest!
So you write!
So I write,
Trying hard to say it right,
Forthright but kind:
Trying hard to find the word
That does not hurt
But flirts and heals,
Feels universal
By some sort ‘you’
Who needs it then
At just that moment.
For
There’s always someone out there
Who needs what you have to say.
Someone Out There Needs This 9.26.2017
I Is Always You Is We;
Arlene Corwin
25 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, God Book II, nature of & in reality
On waking I say (thinking, really)
“You’ve been here all night.
You’ll be here all the day,
Providing time, my needs,
And more abstractly, destiny.
The trick is to be welcoming,
A trick that makes the play of pain
More comfortable,
For comfort is so comforting.
When I say pain,
I do not mean
A shoulder ache or thereabouts.
It means the pain of all around,
An ‘all around’ that’s all unbound
Which one will never have the skill to grasp,
Or power to reshape.
The day’s blank piece of paper,
Bland or stimulating,
Filled with action or quite still –
Always etude and apprenticeship.
So I ask myself (symbolically)
What can I learn?
With no idea of what’s to come,
Anticipating nothing
I accept each crumb that falls from
Shall we call it ‘heaven’s table’
(just a metaphor.)
Heaven’s table may be fable,
Morning’s greeting, fleeting phrase;
Both are ways to start the days
With positivity, an energy
To improvise with happy creativity.
What could be better?
Morning Greeting To God 9.25.2017
God Book II; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
22 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, a sense of the ridiculous II, circling round baths II, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII Tags: make this the mantra of your day.
Pull The Plastic From The Sea
Un-political, no single placard,
Expressing view through rhyme and meter,
This appeal in un-bombastic, modest ways,
It says:
We have to save the planet.
All and you have heard this
Twenty thousand – at the very least –
Repeated so that
You’ve put cotton in your ears,
Forgotten all those many years
Cliché-d, near inappropriate.
And here I sit,
The shit increasing day by day –
This final phase,
Little me in what feels pointless.
Trifling, trivial, inconsequent small
Plastic forks and plastic bags –
They can’t mean much compared to wars.
Why get excited over bags, while cars
Of aging metal fill the holes,
Oils and chemicals kill corals;
Toxins all the rest.
Barring fishing fish for shekels,
Killing off the planet’s whales,
Slaughtering live things with scales,
Things with tails and entrails
I implore you not to put
more plastic
In the growing, unavailable and sickly sea.
Pull The Plastic From The Sea 9.22.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II; Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Nature II;
Arlene Corwin
19 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, birth death & in between II, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII, pure nakedness Tags: Death. Don't you think about it? Too?
(Watching the oncoming hurricane Maria. The 2nd in two weeks – same place)
Death Is Always In My Mind
Death is always on my mind
In one way or another.
Lying there sneakily,
Shaking me
When something happens on TV.
All around a violence:
In the weather, in the city,
In our children, in the poverty:
Calamity.
How to stay calm lamb myself;
A question half my brain
is taken up with.
Hurricanes, shoulder pains,
Underlying wonderings.
Questions without answers;
Wishes not yet answered.
And the time!
Always the passing
Without chance of stopping;
In the stars, the planets;
In the ants & stones & plants.
Yet a cup of coffee
And the world is right.
All the worries of the night
Transformed,
And energy to right my life –
If not the world –
Uncurled –
Thus one goes forward.
Death Is Always On My Mind 9.19.2017
Pure Nakedness; Nature Of & In Reality; Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II:
Arlene Corwin
18 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: On getting sillier and sillier.
Sitting in the bath eating a peach,
Out of reach shampoo and things.
I use my fingers.
Conditioner smushed * into hair,
I wait for gunk to work.
Head dunked an inch below the water
And still chewing, crunch intensified a thousand fold.
Damp pad and all, I hold the pad in front of me and write.
That’s what I call exciting!
I get dafter by the day –
Soldier-bolder,
Hanging-from-the-rafters thing
I fling all trivia aside.
Riding time on high.
I’m ridin’ high** on time;
Strategies unplanned.
*smush; my own word, meaning a mixture of smash/knead/crush/massage/rub/knead
**See Cole Porter
Just Peachy 9.18.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Baths II;
Arlene Corwin
16 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in circling round eros II, defiant doggerel, definitely didactic Tags: The best advice!
Advice About Sex: Consciousness
It isn’t ‘nice’
To give advice
About the art of copulating.
There are many ways of fornicating,
Very few to carnal urges,
Carnal surges being what they are.
Double myrrh
Is double pleasure;
Philosophic, not erotic.
It is wise to sacrifice,
Pay the price
Of being spat at,
Being got at,
Many living lives in anguish;
The taboo in all – all foolish.
Words of wisdom come to this:
When you touch,
Be cognizant of what you feel
In your person, as your person.
You yourself are sealed onto
All the knowledge in the world.
Always subject/object both,
Know how much
You are the subject though subjecting
Other to a lover’s clutch.
Be betrothed
To him and you, her and you,
Even it, yes, it and you.
One with brain and all the senses,
Make the fences that divide,
Of flexible, transparent goods;
Not barriers but guides
To knowledge, peace and joy –
All upside with no downsides.
Here’s the pool of rule that is the school,
The tool as well as fuel:
Pay attention to sensation in your senses and your limbs.
Do not think too much, evaluating her or him.
Loving is a kind of gym –
A paradigm of health and recreation;
Educational if let:
The entire carnal alphabet.
Advice About Sex: Consciousness 9.16.2017
Circling Round Eros II; Definitely Didactic; Defiant Doggerel;
Arlene Corwin
14 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, birth death & in between II, circling round aging, circling round wrinkles Tags: a body winds down...for sure
A Body Winds Down
A body winding down –
Its signs a preparation:
Loss of appetite, sound sleep at night;
Strength in arm and grip,
Youthful movement in the hip;
Fifty small, small things of note –
To note, denote, remote
As they may be.
Beginning early, barely showing:
Gone or worn, the bite uneven,
Pearly whites no longer pearly;
Vocal cords and tongue or throat
Cracked, coated…
Body borne from infancy,
Winding down.
There it is, the fact of it.
Can you take
The tact of it?
(Or tactlessness –
The zero chance to make
It over?)
Living’s always closing in on kith and kin –
On all and every who can’t win,
The numbers passing by
Each day receding into destiny.
A Body Winds Down 9.14.2017
Circling Round Aging; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Wrinkles;
Arlene Corwin
It Was A Sunny Day Today
13 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, a sense of the ridiculous II, the processes II, vaguely about music II Tags: the best advice - almost.
Once I write ‘em,
I don’t read ‘em.
If you’ve had a feast,
You don’t go back to feast again –
At least not feast selfsame.
Eaten’s eaten,
Drunk is drunk.
The yester- feast a kind of bunk
When looked at and reflected.
Looked at un-corrected.
Nothing’s wrong
With bettering that song,
Polishing and honing,
Yes, fine-tuning.
Last night’s feast had too much salt.
You won’t do that again,
Fix the fault
But write some more.
More’s the door
To consummation.
Less salt to improved digestion.
Break the silence, the taboos.
Make the ‘boo boos’.
Keep on going
In the imperceptibility of growing.
Cook the feast.
Release the moment’s best
And once you write ‘em,
Leave ‘em.
Once I Write ‘Em 9.13.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
10 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, nature of & in reality, our times our cultureII Tags: loyalty: good and bad as always.
I woke up thinking about this.
A Thought About Loyalty
I’ve been thinking about loyalty:
A many-sided world of nuances,
The subtle differences.
We all know it means faithfulness,
A sticking-to devotedly.
Unfurled it shows its nasty sides,
The negatives that worry me:
Allegiance and adherence –
-Ism’s steel prepared to go to war
Against all criticizers,
-Isms’ others
Carving up the brotherhood
Of man.
Not for nothing
That a missile system drawn
To sense and intercept an enemy:
Is named the Patriot:
A system to annihilate.
I worry ‘bout obedience,
Compliance and submissiveness.
I like reliability, dependability,
Dedication if it’s not perverted
Duty, if it leads to thought,
A moral sense,
An ethic that agrees with life;
Loyalty without the strife.
Loyalty to think about.
A Thought About Loyalty 9.10.2017
Nature In & Of Reality; Out Times, Out Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
09 Sep 2017 Leave a comment
in 2017, definitely didactic, revelations big & small Tags: simple but not easy: life is.
Everyone is born
With their own
Destiny.
Don’t mourn,
Forlorn and shorn
Of trust.
Inheritance and circumstance
Does what it must,
There being no coincidence.
Stay on the fence
Of faith;
Youth’s health and breath,
Wealth’s stealth and death
Will have its ways.
There being almost nothing more to say:
Let intuition guide your days –
It is the easiest of ways.
The Simplest Of Poems 9.9.2017
Definitely Didactic; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 