No Man Is A Victim

         No Man is A Victim

Can it be, and do I mean it?

It’s a phrase that came to mind,

And so I looked it up.  

One harmed or killed by so-called fluke;

One duped or tricked;

One who feels helpless faced with setback:

So I  chose the last to help.

 

There’s truth in fate that causes earthquake,

And one’s sole concern’s escape.  

That is a victim.

Then again, 

One is alive, glad to survive.

Grounds to begin

Because one can!

 

But what about 

The ones who feel useless in the face of sense,

Interpreting all happenings

With sadness, negativity and impotence,

Downhearted from the very start? 

You’ve known a few. Me too.

Perhaps it’s you,

And what to do –

The problem philosophical, pragmatic, existential. 

And, if one’s inclined, then spiritual.

 

Start a something, anything, for life’s a skill.

Good comes from bad, calm follows ruin;

Results come from what’s had or been;

And nothing lasts forever.

One’s endeavour is to strive,

For one’s alive.  

Remember that you’re clever!

 

Act as if you have a choice 

And make one – with your tiny voice.

Summon up your forces,

For of course, they’re many.

Do not hurry.

Lives are scurrying around you.

Do not worry,

For the ‘musts’ and ‘oughts’

Are values of society,

Not boo-choo, cry 

Or future you.

No Man Is A Victim 9.30.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II;Nature In & Of Reality;Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Don’t Copy Or, Have I Said This One Before?

 

When I write I try to not write what I’ve writ

The months before, knowing that

Each three clichés, each thrice said phrase

Is hinder to the mind’s synapse.

 

Used-up words five times five hundred,

Never wond’ring why I’ve done it:

I don’t want to copy –

Least of all myself and me.

 

Falling for the trick that quickens death of brain

Are quirks and quips and bits of what

You’re sure has happened, quoted over, over.

Mind’s a rover needing change.

 

I have friends who still say “weird” to amplify each seventh word;

“Weird” since nineteen eighty-four.

What it means I’ve no idea.

And what is that word  ‘weird’ good for?

Change the words,

For copying yourself is worst.

 

Am I copying my back life story?

Parroting, regurgitating clichés,

Making up my history?

Faking mystery

To make myself exciting?

 

Copying is weakening

For you, for me, for memory.

Variety’s the key.

You do not need to copy.

PS There’s a red line running through our lives: character, aptitudes, permanent throughout.  Bones grow up, grow old and change.  Penmanship changes.  Underneath there’s always a youyou recognize.  Keep it in the frontal lobe.  It’s there.

Don’t Copy 3.1.2015/revised 2.3.2016/ re-revised 9.27.2018 Definitely Didactic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

            

 

 

 

 

 

There Is No One Method

            There Is No One Method 

To Remember:

There is no one method, 

No one anything that works for all.

No food, no style, no exercise, no smile.

One ‘does’ as circumstance demands

Adapting to the moment, strands

Of will-less-ness  in stillness,

And a stillness in the will-less-ness.

 

Often, mostly, dare I mutter,

Driven by the smut of fear

Undercurrent dragging us

Down into pools that spiral, whirl

And worst of all,

Of which we’re not aware,

There tumbling round us, 

Recognised too late

As fate – no, fright.

There Is No One Method 9.20.2018 Definitely Didactic II;I Is You Is Me Is We;Circling Round Yoga II; Arlene Nover Corwin 

  

How Much of Life/Meta- (Beyond)The Natural Sharer

They were done last night. Finished today, of course. Revised three years later.

All In A Night

 

              How Much of Life…?

 

How much of life is fear determined?

Wakeful days, the sleeping nights

We know so little of,

Fear when even friends are near,

Invaded, oft pervaded by its ambience,

Its atmosphere –

How to transcend it?

 

               Meta- (Beyond)

 

Something’s joining us to everything.

You’re breathing in, you’re breathing out –

How does what comes in come about?

‘Tween seen and known, the provable and shown

Is something even genius can’t do more than hint at:

Something meta-.

Breath as tools, breath-excused

Designed to live here in this atmosphere

Extracting, giving, taking,

Driven to survive: a generational archive.

Where, from, and why?

A gift so other souls thrive further.

 

                The Natural Sharer

The natural sharer, makes his information clearer;

Any phrase that he’s afraid may cloud.

He’ll write, correct and trace the awkward

Served upon a silver platter,

He’ll waive the chatter for a word,

Hunt down its root, though

Not giving a hoot for you,

And yet, the sharer must beware,

For he can tire,

Make subject dreary, listener weary,

Sound pedantic, lack in logic.

Bless the poet conjurer

Who’d take you to the strangest lands;

Bless the harbinger, the hands that share

Because the thought is there –

And nothing other.

 

All In A Night 12.19.2015/re-written9.12.2018 Definitely Didactic; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

Teaching Yoga

Teaching Yoga🤔🧘‍♀️✍️

When you know the system
You don’t think about the names.
You just ‘do’ the system.
Knitters knitting by TV
Are counting automatically,
Not thinking perle knit, perle. Pianists
Do not think C major
When they play C major.
They just know and they just do.
They say Turner lost his spelling,
Photographically remembering
Every scene, each hue.
One ‘does’,
When as the Swedish saying goes,
The system’s “in the spine”.

As for the name of God
You can use nomenclature at the start,
But when system’s shrine
Is in the spine,
Just let it, be it, ‘do’ it.

Teaching Yoga 6.7.2014/revised&finished7.19.2018Circling Round Yoga II; God Book II; Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty

I saw the word ‘logic’ and it suddenly occurred to me how often the lack of it, this precious tool, is missing from our daily attempts at talking.
 
       The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty✍️
 
It’s good to be a thinker,
Even using intuition.
But there is a something we call logic –
Truth-filled reasoning and reason.
Never obsolete, archaic.
It, the seat of sense, good sense
And common sense, is hard to find,
For mind is blind.
It frolics superficially
Emotions in the way: ideas and bigotry.
Our arguments are faulty,
Taking all the fun from dialogue.
When it could be a dialogic:
Conversation without passion;
Heart to heart negotiation;
Respect and love as consultation.
Logic absent
Friendship turns to acrimony,
Easily to odium and enmity.
But it’s hard to keep the thread.
Try it sometime when the heat
Of word’s intensity ‘hots’ up,
No longer sweet,
Besotted with itself,
Its self-ish reasoning.
 
Let us learn to earn good thinking.
Sinking ships of thought abide
In politics, egotists,
Ordinary blokes and folk.
Let us never hide
From logical and peaceful talk.
The whole world will be bettered.
 
The Logic Of The Argument Is Faulty 6.18.2018 I Is Always You Is We; Definitely Didactic; 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

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