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in 2010, pure nakedness, revelations big & small, to the child mystic Tags: the beginnings.
They’re All Agreed
They’re all agreed –
It’s very, very quiet there.
Up or out or maybe in
A space so hidden
That it is a twin
To so-called outer space
Where it is very, very quiet
In the place where
It is all created:
All the synchronistic sequences
That take the meaning
Out of chaos.
I read that they ‘re all agreed,
And I’m afraid
A little,
Which just shows that I’m not ready.
They’re All Agreed 6.13.2010 Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic; Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin
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in 2010, 2017, circling round energy, revelations big & small Tags: Smoking A Joint Why?
People smoke a joint because
It calms them down,
It makes them laugh.
The symmetry
Of mediocrity’s conventions flee.
It also makes them hungry.
Answers come,
And often laughter is the payoff.
Nineteen sixty
Groups ingested LSD
To see more beauty,
Dig into the new,
Change patterns that were old in mind,
Find truths that were not there to find,
Break down, build up,
Sip from the cup of everything there is to sip.
So people drink because they are
More able to shift gears,
Take risks, lose fears.
The problem is to lay off, stay off.
That would be a real payoff.
Get it? Layoff, stay off, payoff?
I liked that.
People Smoke A Joint Because… 5.25.2010 revised 8.8.2010
Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin
Started 2008
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in 2010, 2015, definitely didactic, the processes creative thinking meditative, the processes II Tags: mistakes: their inevitability.
Dust On A Mirror
Bad art, good art:
Rembrandt, Schubert painted, wrote
Works even mother wouldn’t like…
(and you know mother loves it all)
They had to, driven from within.
We all do – driven from within.
Good, bad, mediocre,
Spurred on one time or another
It’s all dust upon a mirror.*
*The Gita says that mistakes belong to humans as dust on a mirror.
Dust On A Mirror 3.18.2010/revised 4.13.2015
Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2010, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round eros, circling round woman Tags: every woman has them - so what?
Everyone’s Titties
Everyone’s titties are mammary glands,
The glamour of mammary glands
Being temporal –
Nothing to get excited about.
Mommies and mammories –
That’s their significance.
Men who desire
The chest bone attire,
Who somehow or other
Are drawn to an udder
Whose breast-iny
After an age is to flop
Or to drop –
Well, let’s say perception at best,
Is projection,
And leave it at that.
Everyone’s Titties 6.16.2010
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Eros;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2010, 2013, circling round energy, revelations big & small Tags: an interesting conjecture, getting high why?, marijuana, marijuana why
People Smoke A Joint Because
People smoke a joint because
It calms them down,
It makes them laugh.
The symmetry of mediocrity’s
Conventions flee.
It also makes them hungry.
Answers come, and often laughter
Is the payoff.
Groups ingested LSD
To see more beauty,
Dig into the new,
Change patterns that were old in mind,
Find truths that were not there to find,
Break down, build up
And sip the cup
Of everything there is to sip.
People drink because they are
More able to shift gears,
Take risks,
Lose fears.
The problem is to lay off.
Get it? Payoff/layoff?
I liked that.
People Smoke A Joint Because 5.25.2010
Circling Round Energy; Revelations Big & Small;
Arlene Corwin
Started 2008
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in 2010, circling round reality, God book
You Give Me More
You give me more than I give you
(Not that you need any thing)
Running water, heat this winter…
These the crumbs,
A quarter of the sum, so mum’s the word.
More yet.
The gift to know what lacks in me;
Paucity of qualities. What luck
To know what lacks.
More I get:
Sunbeams, dreams,
The gains of passive effort.
You give me so much more
Than I give back.
You Give Me More 12.20.2010
Circling Round Reality; God Book;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2010, birth death & in between, pure nakedness
Three deaths this year:
The probability when getting old.
I thought that eighty was statistically
The modern seventy.
Karmic preparation detaching me
From those held dear;
Does Time do me a favor,
Taking savories away
To dull the taste buds of existence?
Preparation? Possibly.
Different roads that lead to Rome.
Correction: I meant Home.
© Two Husbands & A Manager 12.11.2010
Birth, Death & In Between; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
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in 1996, 2010, circling round nature, swedish book
Here’s another Christmas poem from Sweden. That day was so magical I just had to record it. The mentioned “Kent” is my dear heroic husband who’s bee out with the tractor shoveling snow, widening the road, chopping more wood, feeding the fire, keeping it going… in this record cold 2010 winter.
Christmas Day On And Around The Lake
Stora Härsjön.
For future generations
Of the English-speaking world, pronounce it
‘Hairshern’. One of God’s creations
Which they named Big Lake.
They’re skating up and down, zigzag, across.
From far three specks come into focus:
Man with dogs, parading toward a thin-iced dam.
Fear subsides – he’s local clan.
His kind knows every deep edged plane.
Kent is sweeping snow that dusts
The ice – in preparation for a skate.
I wait,
Brooklyn girl at window, while Viking
Feigns a shoe-drawn figure eight,
The outdoor rink scant meters from the house.
Enchanting bay-cum-pond embosomed in a wood.
We have a life uniquely good:
Biscuits in the oven; sitting, watching
While they brown, snatching, catching
Surfaces that rest on life this day,
A perfect way to view it.
The atmosphere is peerless
And I want it down for always.
Neighbor Hammer’s built a fire on the ice
Where Kent and Hammer’s sons
Build branch by branch, a flame, the highs
So bright, so red it could be called flamboyant (get it?)
As a day-short sky grows dusky and I watch,
A scone already spread with butter sampled
In my mouth.
©Christmas Day On And Around The Lake 96.1.31
Circling Round Nature; Swedish Book;
Arlene Corwin
20 Dec 2010 Leave a comment
in 2010, birth death & in between, CirclingRoundTimeII
The night before last, as I lay in bed writing small notes in my almanac/diary/daybook and noting that the little book was coming to an end, I was moved to write something/anything to commemorate the fact. You see, I’m always interested in the passing of time, the repetition of patterns – the in between of birth and death.
Calendar
Coming to an end
Between two covers;
Buy again/begin again.
Small, leather registers;
Diaries, memoir’s squeezer-in;
The daily note, the planned appointment,
Observation. Holidays in tiny print.
Lives arranged in line and font –
And empty!
Possibility’s potential.
Optimism’s hope between two covers.
This year
Will be better.
© Calender 12.19.2010
Circling Round Time II; Birth,Death&InBetween;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2010, birth death & in between, pure nakedness
It isn’t often that I write directly about myself, but I am a kind of historian. I’ve noticed that. I write to record lives, insights, events – and always in poetic forms. The other day I received a mail from the wife of my onetime manager, (my profession being music) who had died on the 5th of December.
In this year 2010 two of my former husbands have passed away – and now my manager. I hadn’t seen him in years – but still, an absence is precisely that – something that was there that is no longer. and an absence of those who have been in one’s life is an absence felt in that mysterious compartment in the brain that records personal existences.
So I wrote. Partly to examine, partly to honor and partly to make sure that I remember. Poetry is my mnemonic aid par excellence.
The poem: still a little raw, parhaps.
Three deaths this year.
The probability when getting old;
I thought that eighty was statistically
The modern seventy.
Karmic preparation detaching me
From those held dear;
Does Time do me a favor,
Taking savories away
To dull the taste buds of existence?
Preparation? Possibly.
Traveling different roads
That lead to Rome,
Correction: I mean Home.
Birth, Death & In Between; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
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