Everybody Needs A Philosophy

I’ve been away for a few days just thinking.✍️
 
Philosophy: a theory or attitude held by a person that acts as a guiding principle for behavior.
 
        Everybody Needs A Philosophy.
 
If you are absorbed in living,
Even interested in dying,
And you want a piece of peace,
What you need is a philosophy
Which doesn’t call for a big P,
Doesn’t happen overnight
But is a learning over time;
Which feels comfortable,
Works well with common sense,
And doesn’t need five pence to feed it.
 
Everybody needs a backdrop
To the choices of your voice,
And a voice to daily choices
Never coming to a stop.
 
How to get there?
How to find out what is fitting;
Find what lifts the soul of you
Down to your shoe.
 
Well, you might just find a book,
Without expectation, meet a bloke,
Hear a joke,
Learn a rule
In/out of school
Wherein you do not make
The same mistake
Over and over.
Everybody needs a mentor
To give thoughts a broader shoulder;
Down-to-earth yet spiritual,
Practical, empirical,
Not cynical or lyrical
But real: the real deal.
A wielder of the future.
Everybody Needs A Philosophy 6.21.2018 Revelations Big & Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty

I saw the word ‘logic’ and it suddenly occurred to me how often the lack of it, this precious tool, is missing from our daily attempts at talking.
 
       The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty✍️
 
It’s good to be a thinker,
Even using intuition.
But there is a something we call logic –
Truth-filled reasoning and reason.
Never obsolete, archaic.
It, the seat of sense, good sense
And common sense, is hard to find,
For mind is blind.
It frolics superficially
Emotions in the way: ideas and bigotry.
Our arguments are faulty,
Taking all the fun from dialogue.
When it could be a dialogic:
Conversation without passion;
Heart to heart negotiation;
Respect and love as consultation.
Logic absent
Friendship turns to acrimony,
Easily to odium and enmity.
But it’s hard to keep the thread.
Try it sometime when the heat
Of word’s intensity ‘hots’ up,
No longer sweet,
Besotted with itself,
Its self-ish reasoning.
 
Let us learn to earn good thinking.
Sinking ships of thought abide
In politics, egotists,
Ordinary blokes and folk.
Let us never hide
From logical and peaceful talk.
The whole world will be bettered.
 
The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty 6.18.2018 I Is Always You Is We; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin
 

The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards

Can’t help it. I see what I see!✍️
 
The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards
 
The whole of Sweden wears a beard.
Dare I say weird?
To go around all day un-sheared!
That, combined with bods tattooed:
Chest, breast, throat
And not a centimeter nude
(As made in God’s good world).
I am confused.
A new prosthetic? Possibly.
Aesthetic? Frequently.
A thing to lean upon,
Confirm an ego and/or vanity
That ought to go,
But no, it can’t,
The tattoo being permanent!
Beards! What are they there for?
To hide the origin of doubled chin – one just beginning?
Arctic winter?
Saving shaving?
What’s it for?
Why would one want one hair more!
 
I wouldn’t want to kiss a beard:
Whirly, curly,
Itchy, scratchy…
None a match for girlie me.
They’re dominating TV;
Interviewers, program leaders.
All I want are clean-cut readers.
 
One day someone just appeared
And pioneered a new grown beard.
A new veneer
Had filled the sphere: a fad was born;
The bearded fashion was in action.
 
I am waiting till it passes,
And the fashion turns to glasses
Or an emphases on ar___s.
Who can say?
 
The Whole Of Sweden’s Wearing Beards 6.17.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Swedish Book; Arlene Nover Corwin
 
 
 
 
 
 

Trying To Find The Self

Can’t stop thinking, can’t stop writing. A good sign, I would think. Everything inspires. (It’s called creativity)🎤😍
     Trying To Find The Self
Some ostentatious,
Clothes the latest,
Taking loans to buy new cars:
Each not knowing who they are,
Mistaking things that only pass
For permanence.
From beard to pelf
We all are searching for the self.
We are ALL searching for the self.
It may seem weird,
These fads revered –
Songs and clothes and online stars
(they used to be called movie stars)
All in search of who they are.
Me, you – no matter what we do
The inner drive to find what’s true
Not dominant or manifest,
Ongoing in your dreams’ unrest;
Something deepest, more than gesture,
Something we were born to find:
Connecting with the self and Mind.
Here’s a hint: continue
Doing what you do
Until you fulfill evolution
And its meaning.
(Some would say it has no meaning,
evolution a careening).
But I say it has a course,
Ending with an inner peace,
Reflection seeing all’s connection.
All thoughts nice,
One could call it paradise.
Choices easy, conflict free,
Easier and breezier,
More satisfied,
Taking all within your stride;
A simpler ride
Finding self both tried and true:
You.
Trying To Find The Self 6.17.2018 revelations Big & Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Everything I Think, I Write

Some wonderful somebody In Hello Poetry (Ella Johnson) described my work as “amazing”.  I’m flattered beyond words. Such a powerful compliment makes one hardly feel worth it, BUT, if I it is that, it is because:
     Everything I Think, I Write
Everything I think, I write,
For better or for worse,
And since
I cogitate throughout the days,
The thought-turned-phrase
Converts the days to thought-turned-verse.
For some it’s money that’s thought bound.
For some it’s family circled round
Family, worry, God or Death.
My thing is Truth.
Through diverse channels,
Canals all, the universal stall of measure.
I see all as Truth the Treasure.
I can’t stop.  And who would want to.
Rhythm, melody and phrase
The driving craze in me. Yippee!
Here comes the sister poem called Everything Is Worth A Poem #2,
/ I’ve written one before).
If you’ve a sense of rhythm, rhyme,
Metered time, it’s worth a poem.
It may be so-so at the start,
But blurt it out, impart a theme,
It’s worth a go
To watch the darndest things start flowing.
As they insight into…
Clichés there will have to be.
It’s hard to say new, clear things simply.
Idioms on which you grew, they’re you, real you.
Take Dante. Using the colloquial,
To say the deepest things.
And pray!  They’ve lasted,
Nay, outlasted…never to decay as past.
You may start a shallow fellow –
Sleepy, hollow.
You have thoughts – just not developed;
Still a pearl inside the scallop;
You use couplets as your form.  Later on they won’t seem normal.
As you broaden, you’ll be lauded
By the gods of verse in Auden heaven.
Though this may turn out to be
A poem six hundred ninety-three,
And oh, so corny
You can see
It is the height of luxury
And makes me rapturously happy.
Everything I Think I Write 6.16.2018 A Sense Of Ridiculous II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

I Like Likes But Favor Comments

            I like Likes But Favor Comments
(an online reaction dedicated to all writers and all readers)
I like likes but favor comments.
Words give rise
To something more complex
And bona fide.
When looking into me, my mind,
I find I’m often lazy, hazy –
In which case I use a Like.
Psyche gets a certain kick
From folk who bother with a Like;
But there’s a deeper need for straight,
Upfront commitment, confirmation;
Validation without ego! That’s the trick!
Even when a strong critique,
Comments are a consolation:
Comfort and approval.
Views don’t have to love all,
But a comment turns the tide
To luck constructive and instructive
Plucking out the best in you
And licking ego
Healthily.
Like is almost tepid. Near insipid. Nod of head.
Words are hot.
And commenting has got
To to be the better choice,
Giving voice to entering another’s life;
To taking part in art;
To someone’s heart.
So from heart to you,
Say a word or two.
It will do
Wonders
In abundance.
I Like Likes But Favor Comments 6.15.2018 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Vanities Ii; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Wonder Of The Human Brain

       The Wonder Of The Human Brain: A Learning Tool

 Beneath the hair

I  think it there.

In the genius and moron

A hundred billion neurons

(more likely eighty-six that charges up our many tricks)

Brainstem/spinal cord connected;

Cerebellum which located

In the rear

For balance, schooling that is motor.

Cerebrum fills most of the skull;

Cortex called cerebral –

Sliced in half, a left and right,

Small other parts for thought:

Decisions, mem’ry , learning(s) sought,

Communication and perception:

Stimulation out and in.

(You’d think the parts were wearing thin).

Brain soft, 

A craft 

In white and gray.

Monsieur Poirot was fond of braying

About his  ‘gray cells’ intellect.

(One sees a giant self-respect)

Two percent of body’s mass

With twenty-five the body asks

To keep it thinking, (bod’ as well)

Energized in best of health.

It gathers up what we call knowledge;

It’s a collage in a  college.

Sleep or in activity, we’re using all that energy.

In other words, the brain’s awake all for our sake:

Yours mine, a mine of wonder.

The real wonder is that it

Creates new cells to keep it fit:

A hippocampus we can’t see

For learning and for memory:

Seven hundred cells that grow

Each day that we don’t know about.

We do not feel them, seal them, heal them.

They’re just there – like air. 

And so the brain rains down upon us

Means and answers, thoughts unanswered,

Mysteries inside

And we’re along for this glad ride.

For whose sake and for why?

Some sort of wonder in the sky?

Could be.

The Wonder Of The Human Brain 6.14.2018 Circling Round Science II; Nature Of &In Reality; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

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