Multiplication Trap: Desire

Saturday evening, last day of June. Whipped this up this morning, then went out to buy a microphone stand. The things that strike one at any hour!
           Multiplication Trap: Desire
One desire, two desires, three desires four,
Leads the passions, wish and hope
To x desires more.
You may be sure it is a trap
In which we dopes become ensnared.
Don’t be scared. We can get out,
Snout gotten out from vanity and narcissism,
Egotism, all the –isms spawning
Self-indulgence and the gout.
If this sounds silly, filled with of ire;
Truth be known, it is desire,
Its yearnings never-ending,
That keeps sending one into the mire
Of distress –
And even wretchedness.
Yes.
Multiplication Trap 6.30.2018 Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Vanities 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

People Get Tattoos

Given the popularity of tattoos, beards, shaven heads, holes in the body…et al, I’m enclosing this highly relevant observation written first in 2002, revised in 2004 and now again in 2018.
        People Get Tattoos
People get tattoos because
They think that there’s no change,
Because they’re vain, in love:
They think they choose, because
They’ve no idea at all
The rain in Spain lies mainly
In the plain,
That muscle turns
And what was breast or chest and firm,
De-firms, deforms
With budding bicep rose
Becoming wrinkled, wilted posy of-the-elbows.
I suppose it’s all to do
With time and how we throw
Away our energies, with time
Outgrowing side- and peepshow
We all worshipped once with gusto.
Oh, tattoo, you are a symbol
Of myopia and youth,
A cockeyed view of truth
That lets us down.
Still, people will demand tattoos,
Refusing all discussion
Until gusto gets to be disgust.
Nothing one can do
Except boo-hoo
This triste refrain to all who’ll listen;
Self abstain , and be a witness.
People Get Tattoos 1.18.2004 revised from 6.17.2002 re-revised 5.22.2018 A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;; Definitely Didactic II; Circling Round Vanities II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Vanity Or What?

I’ve re-written Vanity Or What…  When I read it over this evening I hated it.  The sequences needed adjusting, the whole thing made more sense of.  it was too abstruse, downright vague the way it stood.  Crap.  Here it is:  I hope it’s better, clearer, stronger.

       Vanity Or What?  Or Not?

 Will they miss me when I’m gone?

Would they miss me if I went?

Is the Facebook thing, this Instagram,

Snapchat, this and Snapchat that  –

Is only just to reassure, insure and all the -sures

An immortality that’s hardly possible

With such as these?

A question and a statement.

 

If you should land upon an isle,

No phone, no clothing, just a smile,

Who’d care that you’re not there or where?

The ego takes a jolt when true result is that

A lively world’s been going on

In the short while you’ve been isle borne.

 

When you take up, upon waking,

Cell phone, laptop out and working,

Think about your motive deep, some path new chosen.

Leap into the seasons, steeping self in new horizons.

Public profiles pass from sight, from mind, from heart

Once they depart.

 

Querying the motives that define,

I’m off to take out, open mine,

The whole controlling

‘Spite the knowing.

Vanity or not?

 Vanity Or What?  Or Not? 3.18.2018 Circling Round Vanities II; Circling Round Egos; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Corwin

 

Vanity Or What? Or Not?

On watching an interview on Robinson, a Swedish program that takes place on a desert island.

       Vanity Or What? Or Not?

Will they miss me when I’m gone?

Would they miss me if I went?

Is the Facebook thing, this Instagram,

Snapchat, this and that…

Is it to reassure, insure and all the –sures

Immortality that’s hardly possible

With means like these?

A question and a statement.

 If one should land up… desert isle,

No phone, no clothing, just a smile,

Who’d care that you’re not there or where?

The ego take a jolt when true result

Is, no one, no place, in the while you’re gone.

The world goes on. So when

You take up (upon waking)

Cell phone, laptop out and working

Think about your motive deep,

And steep yourself in new horizons:

Here and now won’t weigh an ounce

Once you have gone.

 

I’m off to take out, open mine.

Querying the motives that define.

The whole controlling

‘Spite the knowing.

Vanity or not? Vanity or what!

Vanity Or What? Or Not? 3.18.2018 Circling Round Vanities II; Circling Round Egos; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

The Twenty-One Inch Waistline

Sometimes I get the silliest memories.

The Twenty-One Inch Waistline

 When I was young –

As yet unsung,

I yearned, no, burned

To be like she

Who had a waistline twenty-three:

I was twenty-four.

Hungered voluntarily.

Now they’d call it self-starvation,

Anorexia;

I soon set sights on twenty-one.

There was envy,

There was vanity.

Oh, if I could only be

Like her.

But I remained a twenty-four.

It wasn’t in my nature

To be less or more. 

These days I’m fine

With my twenty-four/five inch waistline.

 

Twenty-One Inch Waistline 11.22.2017

Circling Round Vanities I; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

Seventy & Eight

Seventy and eight:

You’ve set aside some vanity.

What was it but priority?

And some priorities have changed.

Acceptance of some disappearance;

Change of balance, skin that’s run the distance,

Re-arrangement of the substances inherent –

or you thought..

 

When you’re nearing birthdays

Each and every twelfth damned month,

You shun

The cant if you’re observant.

‘Happy Birthday’ not so plain.

This has that… and that’s a pain.

Marriages have come and gone,

You’ve eaten everything on offer.

Gone the need to empty coffer entertaining.

 

Suffering more neutralized;

So many friends and kin have died.

You’ve channeled drives

That used to thrive on pleasure.

 

With a birthday coming up

You’re going down each second’s unit

So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.

 

Here is where it gets didactic:

Birthdays coming up – don’t hope but have it.

As for vanity, retract it.

That’s it.

 

Seventy & Eight 10.28.2012/revised 8.27.2017

Birthday Book; Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

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