One Password Is Enough

As paranoiac as the next one –

Secrets gone –

Well, none;

Society:

They’re watching (not exactly, but

We’re traceable – each bit you print.

You get my point)

There’s nothing on my laptop

You can’t see: I have no see-crets.

With veracity, simplicity.

I haven’t got a hundred passwords.

More than one would make me crazy.

What have I worth curd or turd?

Nonetheless, I think, ‘what if…’

What if I wrote this phrase,

That? Words sensitive

To do

With points of view:

Sex, crucifix,

Eugenics, ethics,

Civics, politics;

That state of states,

The ticking bombs ,

Both metaphoric and for real?

Thoughts reveal, so would one be

In trouble?

That is why I am intent

On never having secrets I can’t print

Or you would steal.

One Password Is Enough 12.19.2011

Our Times Our Culture II; Circling Round Computers;

Arlene Corwin

Tranströmer Has Won

Yesterday, March 26, 2015 Nobel Prize winning poet Thomas Tranströmer passed away.  When he won the coveted prize in 2011 I rushed to the computer and wrote the following poem.  It may be the one of the first things written about him after the win, in which case I would like to honor him again by putting the poem back one more time.

Tranströmer Has Won

 

I’m giving up the;

Giving up and.

Tranströmer has won.

His short phrase is in;

Phrase capturing essence;

His metaphors king.

 

I’m keeping the I.

It’s mine. It is me.

We meet in the I

Of our poetry. *

 

*Just celebrating Nobel Week 2011 where Thomas Tranströmer has won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

 

Tranströmer Has Won 10.8.2011

Special People, Special Occasions; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

Projection 2014/Listen Carefully 2011 (fraternal twins)

Projection

 

An observation meant to teach;

Noted, recorded,

Title accurate once more.

So, boring though it may be –

Dreary, tiresome, repetitive:

It’s all projection.

Does that make life an illusion?

Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes.

 

Projection 4.3.2014

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

Listen Carefully

 

Listen carefully:

It’s the mind instructing.

It’s projection,

Life’s transliteration:

So seductively subjective.

The best reason to clean up

For purer, surer powers;

Thus a clear interpretation;

More trustworthy as instruction.

Listen carefully.

We usually

Dont’t.

 

Listen Carefully 2.4.2011

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

I Cannot Come To Grips With Time 2011 2013

      I Cannot Come To Grips With Time

 

I cannot come to grips with time.

A Wednesday can be Sunday –

I don’t care when I don’t know –

And I don’t often know or care.

The point is, it keeps slipping by.

If only I

               could slow it down

By always being in a now,

The focusing the magic potion

That apportions sensibility.  

 

I Cannot Come To Grips With Time 8.4.2011 (found on a scrap 2.9.2013)

Circling Round Time II;

Arlene Corwin

Jurassic Park Unknown 2011

        Jurassic Park Unknown

I’m waiting for the day

When DNA

They’ve saved from poxes that

They won’t destroy

(God all knows why)

The dinosaur they plucked, dug

Out of an egg or mountain –

(I’m too ignorant to know where, how –

Will lead an unpredicted destiny

To cycles, repetitions,

Endings/starts in Time

(Which doesn’t give a damn)

And atom clouds, a darkened sun,

The wheel,

The use of fire…

 

To you, dear reader,

(You I know, who are informed),

This speculation sillily surplus –

I  had to say it!.

 

Jurassic Park Unknown 1.3.2011

A Sense of the Ridiculous; Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

A Biological Consideration 2012

         A Biological Consideration

 

I fooled age (well, thought I did)

And thought I could,

But age caught up.

Joint yelled; one swelled;

Odd ache;

Asleep, one woke – awake

Sometimes one hour in the night,

Sometimes each second, third…

The point is, nature took a bite

Out of what used to be sleep’s time right.

Talk of ‘bite’, the gums fell sick,

As if a clock that sat unwound

Had suddenly begun to tick,

And teeth so white, and tooth so sound

Began to loosen, wear away and quite

Alarmingly to beige,

The coffee too, revealing age.

Each year a badge,

A token sign that shocks

From witlessness and past abuse;

Naiveté, where unseen clocks

Expose a you, you thought was them.

Fascinated by these signs,

Symptoms that I feel and see;

Mirrors that show lines

I must repeatedly accept as me;

Coup d’états, shifting sands:

Pre-determined sleights of hand –

They haven’t stopped.

Steeped in aging’s out-of-step,

Expecting to accept more yet;

Giving up the role of Thor,

Accepting to expect yet more.

One just surrenders for,

One must.

 

 

A Biological Consideration 2.2.1999/re-worked 5.22.2011/reworked for Birth, Death & InBetween 8.27.2012

Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Nature; Nature In & Of Reality; Circling Round Time II; Birth, Death & InBetween;

Arlene Corwin

 

Bringing You Into The Room 2012

Bringing You Into The Room

 

Reaching out to you,

(It always feels new)

Imagining & thinking that

Without lifting a finger

(except mine with which to play piano)

You are sleeping with,

Planning for,

Chatting to: all this inside and out you.

Not an easy task to do,

Used to picturing a point in space:

An energy

That’s laced with imperceptability

Requiring practice,

It’s a different side of me.

Not the type to be your bride,

(no aptitude have I

for nunnery)

I can relate,

Have made and make

You into

Many people,

Steeped in feelings of the moment.

Feelings pull.

You’re here, skin near, moment-sent,

Bringing you into the room.

 

Bringing You Into The Room 2.10.2011(rewritten7.9.2012)

God Book; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

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