Helping Attitudes With Platitudes

Helping Attitudes With Platitudes

You do not have to be
Anyone but who you are.
Refining character
To help define your aura
Is the only thing you need acquire.

To experiment,
Pretend you are a foreigner,
A highborn neighbour
Or a stranger.

Be yourself and you will help the globe
As well as every microbe;
Setting off the chain reaction
Near and far
Encapsulating who you are.

Helping Attitudes With Platitudes 7.17.2020 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Body: A Chemical Factory

Body: A Chemical Factory

Fascinatingly exciting and perplexing,
Process wondrous:
Neurons, synapses
To shoot off sparkling energy the eye can’t see:
Electricity! And we,
So lucky there existed a Galvani
And his twitching frogs..

We can measure states of consciousness,
Assess the contents,
Name the highs and lows,
With means to influence
Or understand surprising Wows!
The brain so layered,
Bodies calibrated
For a life of capabilities:

Jokes to coax a smile,
Brawn to run a mile,
Lusts to make a child,
Strength enough to lift a car,
Brains enough to get to Mars.

Body! Such a factory
Of complex, interacting chemistry;
The greatest and the subtlest mystery
Of species Man.

Body: A Chemical Factory 7.12.2020 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Body: A Chemical Factory

Body: A Chemical Factory

Fascinatingly exciting and perplexing,
Process wondrous:
Neurons, synapses
To shoot off sparkling energy the eye can’t see:
Electricity! And we,
So lucky there existed a Galvani
And his twitching frogs..

We can measure states of consciousness,
Assess the contents,
Name the highs and lows,
With means to influence
Or understand surprising Wows!
The brain so layered,
Bodies calibrated
For a life of capabilities:
Jokes to coax a smile,
Brawn to run a mile,
Lusts to make a child,
Strength enough to lift a car,
Brains enough to get to Mars.

Body! Such a factory
Of complex, interacting chemistry;
The greatest and the subtlest mystery
Of species Man.

Body: A Chemical Factory 7.12.2020 Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Words To Love: Burgeoning

Words To Love: Burgeoning🐝🌲🌿🍃🍄

It is July, year twenty twenty.
Summer sky has not been great.
One often wants what one can’t get.
There has been thunder, lightening, storm, wimd, rain –
Even hale! Yet,
Garden and the forest burgeon:
Rhododendrons broadened,
Sprouting unfamiliarly on roadside margins;
Upward, outward, inward, downward;
Grasses verdant, vari-colored,
All hail to the weather god!

Fruits and bees, the reckoned with, the seasonal
Thinned out, not come as usual;
Normal berries, for example –
Disappointing! Very!
Fewer berries. N’eer a berry.

Yet,
One must admit
This burgeoning is overwhelming;
Branch, bough, shoot, each flabbergasting.
Burgeoning is such a warming, loving, word.
Nature’s silent, secret growing. going on unheard,
Spectacularly self-effacing.

Words to Love: Burgeoning 7.10.2020 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Words To Love: Burgeoning

Words To Love: Burgeoning

It is July, year twenty twenty.
Summer sky has not been great.
One often wants what one can’t get.
There has been thunder, lightening, storm, wimd, rain –
Even hale! Yet,
Garden and the forest burgeon:
Rhododendrons broadened,
Sprouting unfamiliarly on roadside margins;
Upward, outward, inward, downward;
Grasses verdant, vari-colored,
All hail to the weather god!

Fruits and bees, the reckoned with, the seasonal
Thinned out, not come as usual;
Normal berries, for example –
Disappointing! Very!
Fewer berries. N’eer a berry.
Yet, one must admit
This burgeoning is overwhelming;
Branch, bough, shoot, each flabbergasting.
Burgeoning is such a warming, loving, word.
Nature’s silent, secret growing going on unheard,
Spectacularly self-effacing.

Words to Love: Burgeoning 7.10.2020 Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Each Trick On Mac

Each Trick On Mac

I wish I knew each trick on Mac
To send and track;
Each new technique
A winning streak in cyber-speak.

Trying hard to not be piqued
By an ineptitude
That lies within the DNA
(or am I justifying being lazy).
Anyway, I’m way behind in keeping up.
In sending through my things to do,
Like all the books I’ve left to publish,
Then when published, to divulge.

Indulge me:
Am I doomed to be unknown/ anon
Until the kids of kids of kids have grown?
Was it some centuries before Johan Sebastian Bach prevailed?
What’s-his long-forgotten name unveiled?
Lost for ages Raphael (or some same fellow)…
You know what I mean.
And all because I never worked
To learn this darned Machine!

Each Trick On Mac 6.14.2020 To The Child Mystic II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

* You’ll never believe it, but this sieve of a brain who tried for hours to recall ‘what’s-his-name’, abandoning it entirely, suddenly came up with, first, “Centuries of Meditations” then minutes later Traherne, then minutes more Thomas. My God, this has never happened before! That some figure I’d not referred to, given a thought to or even read since university days, should 65 years later suddenly explode with it. I’m in shock!
I have some re-writing to do, for sure. If not here, elsewhere. But first I ought to do little reading.

Summer Last, Summer Past

Summer Last, Summer Past

If I remember summer last,
It was a bummer,
Being lumbered as it was,
Dismembered, as I was.

June blooms,
Yet we await the August moon,
The full and orange brightness
Near to harvest time;
Healthi- heartily at home.

Past and passed:
One hopes the former for,
Though whizzing by,
It seems more lasting
Than the dreams
From which one wakes, seams
Stitched so as form the cast
That’s shaped the years.

Summer lasts here in these parts
From warming May
To the unpredictable autumnal fall:
Which is about all
One can hope for.
Therefore,
One hangs on to warmer times and warmer climes
And whatsoever chimes in with the body’s longing.

Summer Last, Summer Past 6.13.2020/7.8.2020 Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Nature II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Bliss

Waking at 7am, my mind went to peace, power, purity, knowledge love and bliss – qualities I’ve been told make up the origin of origins, its machinery, innards and insides. Having thought deeply about the first five qualities, writing about them in sundry ways, finding numerous images to use, I have never been able to understand and certainly write about the last.

Somehow, I was and am inspired to give it a go.

Bliss

What does bliss consist of,
Or, to put it properly,
Of what does bliss consist?
One has been told
The properties of godliness
Are power, peace and purity,
Knowledge, love and bliss.
An easily dismissed and hard-defined
Form of continued happiness.
One so refined
And sifted through a sieve so fine,
There’s no impurity of sadness left,
The deftest hand designing it.

We human beings never quit
In walking roads, bearing loads,
Experimenting with all sorts of modes
To get to, feel it.

A unit with no parts,
Mind, heart dissolved and blended
In a homogeneous and splendid fire,
Sparkling in it’s colourless, see-through attire.

He or she in whom it’s sired
Has aspired eons.
Then, as if by accident
It’s sent!
A burst, a still, a calm,
Perhaps the ultimate of balm.

Who knows of what this bliss consists?
Does he or she go on existing?
Or is this state out of which
One never is the same?
Is it the final aim?
God knows.

Bliss 7.7.2020 To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

July 4th, 2020

All the years before the Corona pandemic, my Sweish neighbours from across the lake used to celebrate the 4th of July with a party, having themselves spent 32 years in the United States. To them I dedicate this poem.

July 4th, 2020 🇺🇸

It is the fourth of July.
A day we usually
Fill with joy:
Fireworks, parades and games
Its names:
Fourth of July:
Independence Day.

United, free;
No more a colony;
A formal declaration
Made of five brave men
And Thomas Jefferson,
Making history, and
The beginnings of a USA.

So, Americans,
My dear, dear Swedish friends
And any there may be elsewhere,
Let us wear the day
In camaraderie and play.
Most all in harmony.
Happy, Happy 4th July! 🇺🇸

July 4th, 2020 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Examining “Examining My”

Regarding the poem “Examining My”: The real crux of the poem is that everything is on loan. If one understands and internalises this, one is not in despair when things break, we lose them, or they leave us in one or another way. It’s a poem meant to comfort.

You can say ‘my’ all you want in your everyday speech. But it’s not a concept that should dominate one’s priorities. The possessive simply leads to sadness and disruption.

I’m sure that wise of you agree. Defining yourself as a’one-off, singularity is possibly better, for that is what you are; a sun with a little planetary system going round you. Now that I think of it, if the sun could think, I don’t think it would call the planetary system (which surely came out of it) “Mine”. (see Examining My) 7.4.2020

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