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
 

I Grund Och Botten Är Vi Lika (At the bottom of things we are alike)

     Living in Sweden, as I do, I’ve often noticed that some idioms seem to capture an essence, are more powerful in Swedish than in my own tongue English and vice versa. Therefore, I’ve begun to take the liberty of borrowing the occasional Swedish idiom for use in my poetry.

 I Grund Och Botten (är vi lika)*

A Swedish idiom meaning At The Bottom Of Things (we are alike)

 

At the bottom of things: basically,

First and foremost and primarily

We are alike.

Our temperament, our gifts, our faults

May differ, and they do.

But you,

You are the same as me.

I is always you is we!

We are a race: a human race.

But should we race, erase the commonality

That binds us all? Of course not!

We are one in essence, which we got

At birth, perhaps before;

Sympathy, empathy, the virtues, vices;

All the aims a blend of spices

From self-sacrifice to merchandise;

Imprecise, but there at bottom

From the scrotum to the sputum.

All your systems are but symptoms.

At their end a blend of like-ness and uniqueness,

And one race.

 I Grund Och Botten 5.31.2018 Swedish Book; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Are We Aiming At?

       What Are We Aiming At?

 What is it one is aiming at?

And what the means?

Is it utopian to think about?

What is involved?

Such questions asked and answered as the road resolves.

Most times the answers overlap – in fact, each step

The coinciding

Of events and chance

So often and so many, they bring unforeseen abundance!

 

Means and goal, a little list:

Clarity, transparency,

Ethics and morality;

Fondness of simplicity,

Liking, warmth and care;

Focus and awareness

Of yourself – your faults and gifts.

The means to sift through both

And tackle, challenge, intercept,

Take responsibility for; respect, accept, correct;

To form belief

And follow through.

It’s hard to let a shape come through you

Like a leitmotif;

A thread that is the real you,

That you were born to find, to be and do.

 

What is it that we’re aiming at?

Guess with boldness:

Happiness and peace, of course,

A course of life that’s conquered stress

Made easy by

The depth inside.

Become its bride.

What Are We Aiming At? 5.9.2018 Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Nover Corwin

 

 

 

 

If They Ask: What Do You Want?

         If They Ask: What Do You Want?
 
I do not want.
I work and let the aim flow through me.
It is art and all its implications:
Polish, depth, finesse, processing –
Whatsoever makes good art.
So,
Through re-thinkings, tinkerings, eliminations;
Many hours of flowering thoughts,
Produce is produced; wrought
Through humor, reference, experience,
And always aiming at the genuine,
Discovering that one is not as complex
As one thought one was;
More half-done and many-leveled:
Always a surprise.
Discovering that simple going on
Connects synapses of intelligence
And observation: powers unknown.
Unsuspected gifts and lacks.
Stacks and stacks of new disclosures
Brought on by the writing.
 
If they ask, “What do you want today?” (and everyday)
Just say, “I do not want a thing”,
And let the bell of creativity ring
Through me.
 
If They Ask: What Do You Want 4.29.2018 Pure Nakedness II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin
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If They Ask

If They Ask: What Do You Want?

I do not want. 
I work and let the aim flow through me.
It is art and all its implications:
Polish, depth, finesse, processing –
Whatsoever makes good art.
So, 
Through re-thinkings, tinkerings, eliminations;
Many hours of flowering thoughts,
Produce is produced; wrought
Through humor, reference, experience,
And always aiming at the genuine,
Discovering that one is not as complex
As one thought one was;
More half-done and many-leveled:
Always a surprise.
Discovering that simple going on
Connects synapses of intelligence
And observation: powers unknown.
Unsuspected gifts and lacks.
Stacks and stacks of new disclosures
Brought on by the writing.

If they ask, “What do you want today?” (and everyday)
Just say, “I do not want a thing”,
And let the bell of creativity ring
Through me.

If They Ask: What Do You Want 4.29.2018 Pure Nakedness II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin

Keen About The Meaning

It wasn’t my intention to write such a ‘long song’. Always having the instinct to keep a poem the length of an A4, the original intention was to write 2 separate poems. Then I realized that the two poems were saying the same thing.         

        Keen About The Meaning

We should be keen about the meaning!

(Isn’t that a darling rhyme?)

What, you ask, what meaning what?

It’s life of course!

A meaning that defines its course, it’s force, its progress.

Life’s life you may say. It may be,

Yet as far as life’s intent,

We tend to minimize its main objective.

Not survival – something more: a true ascent.

Some go by it. Some deny it.

We should chase it because life’s a race

Against an absolute and unrelenting, limited ol’ spell

Worth probing not just for surviving or for breathing well.

There are yummy things worth aiming at:

This game we play, take part in

And would like to win

Contains as trophies: peace of mind and understanding,

Satisfaction and wellbeing.

One more gain: freedom from fear –

Taking in fate’s whimsies with a cheerful air.

(Dalai Lama seems to do it. Others too. You’ve seen it, know it).

 

Why demean this most significant of questions

When the question in itself

Opens the highway to

Distress-lessness;

Happiness!

 

Everyday I read poetic utterances:

Poetry of loves lost, never felt, hungered after,

Longed for laughter,

Sorrow at the world’s condition,

Unexpressed scorn and submission.

Everything one undergoes

And everyone one comes across;

Cynicism, doubt, distrust,

Mistrust, injustice, disenchantment.

 

Yet, I’m always here to say:

It’s true and happening BUT circumstance,

Each energy’s phenomenon

Contains its equal counterpart;

The negative that has a heart:

A parallel but better.

Life has meaning and intention to the letter.

 Keen About The Meaning 4.28.2018 Circling Round Reality; I Is Always You Is We; Arlene Corwin

 

I Am Guilty Of All My Failures

       I Am Guilty Of All My Failures

 I take the blame for all I’ve done;

Own up to all those failures mine;

Failures from:

Naivetể and laziness,

Unworldliness

An focus-less

 

Yet I’ve managed to fulfill

Some crude achievements,

Accomplishing on intuition:

Not a bad guide, nor a good one.

All sits in the readiness;

Instinct in the readiness,

Prowess in the readiness.

 

Even if there’d been instruction

I’d have had to wait it out

Until my twenties – eight or seven

When the background synthesized

Into a foreground wise.

 

Inborn, unshorn weaknesses

That held one back,

In untold ways,

 

I could say, “Screw it!”

Or complete the work

To fight off other frailties;

Develop and maintain

A lively strain

Of concentrative energies,

So that my foibles will be few-er.

Mea culpa! Mea culpa!

I say, “Do it!”

 I Am Guilty Of All My Failures 3.27.2018 Circling Round Egos; Circling Round Energies; I Is Always You Is We;

 

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