I Don’t Watch Nature
25 Jun 2018 Leave a comment
in 2006, circling round nature, definitely didactic, our times our culture Tags: a mixture of making fun of myself and gorgeous nature.
Before The Ego’s Fried
28 May 2015 Leave a comment
in 2006, a sense of the ridiculous, birth death & in between Tags: It's all about death and illusion. Which is which?
Before The Ego’s Fried
Before the ego’s fried in time,
In the death that I assume
Is silence in a silent world;
While ego mine
Still offers satisfaction
Of the sort that’s still attachment,
I would like to meet again
The world of once-relationships:
Lovers, friends,
Former all-the-ones who dropped away
Into the hole, where touching ends
And calling ends,
And Xmas cards and conversation
Are no more;
Before
The ego dies away
And I am spirited away
From an identity called me;
Before it’s fried and ties decay,
If one could bind up lost loose ends:
Fading lingerings of predilection.
Before The Ego’s Fried 7.17.2006
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between;
Arlene Corwin
And The World Gets Through Its Day 1.31.2015
31 Jan 2015 Leave a comment
in 2006, a sense of the ridiculous, birth death & in between Tags: And the world goes on without you
And The World Gets Through Its Day
And the world goes on without me.
And the world gets through its day.
And you never start a sentence with an‘and’.
As I contemplate the boil on my gum,
The germ that could remove me in a night,
I take offense, collected sum
Of steam a dissipating stream
Which no one would so much as modify
One nano-second’s schedule for.
Earth without an Arlene in it
Without one adjusted minute.
Ants don’t change their habit-dance,
Corroborating colleague ants
Who pass away, heads bitten off.
Gigantic are the forces
Pushing onward, forward,
Nodding towards mortality.
This very day
My childhood friend rings up to say
His chemo- has been discontinued, insufficient.
Chemicals were not enough.
Stupid crab has gotten tougher,
Shifting upwards towards the head.
And the world gets through its day.
And the world goes on without one.
And you never start a sentence with an ‘and’.
And The World Gets Through Its Day 10.20.2006
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Birth, Death & In Between; Nature In & Of Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Work In Progress: Gardening The Forest 2006 2014
18 Jan 2014 Leave a comment
in 2006, 2014, circling round nature Tags: but I garden it., It's a big garden
Work In Progress: Gardening The Forest
I garden the forest.
Walking everywhere – like Johnny Appleseed –
I keep my excellent Swedish
Clippers at my side,
And when I eye a roadside tree
With branch too low, so’s I can see,
I make the lower branches go.
I prune and clear selectively,
Clip high as I can reach, which
Being five foot one
And using muscle of the female kind,
Is always kind to undergrowth;
Seduced by ‘further’,
Blazing paths that never were
So light can filter through.
It wants for sun.
It makes for light.
The woods and me are one;
But I can’t tell a soul.
Wandering on until de-celeration
Starts to take me over,
Signs I’ve learned to recognize
When fervor starts to waver
And observer me says “Rest!”
Works in progress never cease –
It is a forest,
After all.
Work In Progress: Gardening The Forest 11.28.2006 revised 1.18.2014
Circling Round Nature;
Arlene Corwin
I Don’t Like You Death 2006 2013
04 Jun 2013 Leave a comment
in 2006, 2013, circling round time, circling round time II, to the child mystic, to the child mystic II Tags: who likes death - no one
I Don’t Like You Death
I don’t like you death –
You make things disappear.
You take my bird, my friends,
You leave me here
And then,
You
Take me too.
Take me to
I-don’t-know-where;
Secrets you don’t want to share.
It isn’t fair,
Or is it?
I Don’t Like You Death 11.26.2006
Birth, Death & In Between; To The Child Mystic; Time;
Arlene Corwin
Jag Tycker Inte Om Dig Död
Jag tycker inte om dig död.
Du får saker att försvinna.
Du tar min fågel, mina vänner;
Lämnar mig här
Och sedan tar du mig också.
Tar mig till jag vet inte var.
Hemligheter du inte vill dela
är inte rätt,
Eller är det?
(Swedish translation Kent Anderson)
6.4.2013
Afternoon Seduction (from Circling Round Eros + 2 out in September 2012
02 Sep 2012 Leave a comment
in 2006, 2012, circling round eros Tags: eros for those over a certain age, erotic poetry, love, love and romance, romance & sex, the charm of sex over 70
Afternoon Seduction
(A Romance for the over-seventies)
He lies there on the June warm porch,
A kidney stone somewhere inside him.
She beside him, background birches blow.
He’s wearing shorts. They’re joking
About something vague
While birds prepare for evening’s shade.
She concentrates on some long hair within his brow
That’s growing north,
While all the others, white and coarse,
Go east.
The beast is wakened.
Open porch – a lake:
He takes her.
When the sofa proves too hard
He takes her –
Upstairs, on a bed,
Dropping what small clothes they wear
Behind them on the stair:
A 40’s film. The ante-room.
Passion’s perfume.
If that’s not frenzy,
What is, then?
Afternoon Seduction 6.10.2006
Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Eros;
Arlene Corwin
A la Jane Austin 2002/04/05/06
29 Nov 2009 Leave a comment
in 2002, 2004, 2005, 2006, our times our culture, the processes creative thinking meditative
A la Jane Austin
I understand the modern man
I understand a la Jane Austin.
I know his concentration
Needs more snippets than long episodes,
His mental station gone awry.
I know the reason why, and I
Take heed, belonging to this restless breed.
I have a sense of when to stop.
Not stooping to the popular,
Since instincts tell me ‘when’,
And by the time the pen
Has filled A4,
I’d better not have one word more;
The mind-throat must be stilled.
The one-page reader won’t turn over.
Paradoxically, he’s buying longer books then ever.
The novella’s gone to hell, as well as
Rhyme and metered time.
Did I say I understood it,
This phenomenon modern?
I’m part of it. I know that much.
I am in touch with modern mind –
The search to find a higher truth,
Ponce de Leon’s search for youth,
The need for speed as well as silence.
I am there to understand the head and tail,
The ego frail, its longing for a holy grail.
I understand the hand that writes
To finish when A4 runs out.
A discipline from doubt or drought
That comes from having modern man’s eternal heart.
©A la Jane Austin 8.6.2002/3.16.2004/11.4.2005/2006
Our Times, Our Culture; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
You Can’t Escape Yourself 1989 2005 2006 2007
30 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 1989, 2005, 2006, 2008, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality, pure nakedness Tags: 1989, 2005, 2006, 2007, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality, pure nakedness
You Can’t Escape Yourself
You’re getting bald. You say “Damn!
Why was I born to a family
Where the men lose their hair,
And the women get thin on the top?”
Desperate to make it stop
You change shampoo,
Taking hormones, selenium. You
Are too scared. It’s those genes.
You read health magazines, trying means
That cost dearly.
You’re fifty-three;
Time clock and family tree,
Dastardly, bastardly, lasting past ancestry
Quietly share in your hair and declare
That you’re called to be bald.
Bow, yield, accept! It is strong to accept.
Type those poems! Edit works!
Write without fits and jerks!
Send those letters! Stay fit!
Stop that coffee… “Oh, shit!
Where is the energy so sorely needed,
With sleep and rest coming out best?
Why is the good that I would…and etcetera too,
Just exactly the bad that I do?
But I’ve strayed, lost the meter. The poem is delayed.
It’s free form and discipline’s pros-e-try bent;
A poem ex-patriot: eye-form with content.
Content with that we can come back in a while,
Selves and the moment are never escapable.
Cause and effect the creators, create.
It’s never too late. We can wait,
Drape our fates in the work,
And be glad for our lot.
©
You Can’t Escape Yourself 89.8.6/05.9.30/06.12.31/07.2.24I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness; Nature In & Of Reality;
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin