Beards Revisited

     Beards Revisited

I’ve re-considered.
Noticed that some men look more good-looking;
Handsomer, more striking than they were before.
Think David Niven, Errol Flynn and Ronald Colman: men of glamor;
(I’m the generation ‘dinosaur’).
I’ve looked around with eyes anew.
Beards sculpted, youthful,
Framing cheek, mouth, jaw –
Renewed my view, my attitude,
Giving much more latitude
And softening perspective.
In conclusion, seeing beauty
Where I saw no possibility.

To those I criticised –
I do apologise.
Beards Revisited 9.12.2021 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Routine & Ritual But Where Is Truth?

Tell me if this ‘reaches’ you. I would hope it’s not abstruse, obscure or rarified. ❤️

Routine & Ritual But Where Is Truth?

Interest in the self;
For in the self is everything.
Where is Truth?
In self it lies: deep in, unnoticed,
Searched for, sought: through circumstances, incidents;
In events, interpreting, projecting, seldom recognising
It is the truth we’re after:
Big or little ’T’ or ‘t’:
The lesser always relative, the bigger absolute.
We generalise a lot, lose sight of what is really meant,
What we were really aiming at, talking about.

We are so full of mottos, slogans,
Bywords, platitudes, our own cliches.
We live apart from looking inwards –
Inwards where the whole thing lies,
Where all things lie,
And lies do not.

Days filled with routined ritual,
Traditional, conventional;
We do not know the self that well;
(The well of depth, the well of truth.)
“Know thyself,” said Socrates,
Plato too.
Know, know, know to find out how and what and who…
It is Self’s You that holds what’s True.

Routine & Ritual,But Where IsTruth? 9.10.2021 Circling Round Everything ii, Arlene Nover Corwin

Routine & Ritual but Where Is Truth?

Tell me if this ‘reaches’ you. I would hope it’s not abstruse, obscure or rarified. ❤️

Routine & Ritual But Where Is Truth?

Interest in the self;
For in the self is everything.
Where is Truth?
In self it lies: deep in, unnoticed,
Searched for, sought: through circumstances, incidents;
In events, interpreting, projecting, seldom recognising
It is the truth we’re after:
Big or little ’T’ or ‘t’:
The lesser always relative, the bigger absolute.
We generalise a lot, lose sight of what is really meant,
What we were really aiming at, talking about.

We are so full of mottos, slogans,
Bywords, platitudes, our own cliches.
We live apart from looking inwards –
Inwards where the whole thing lies,
Where all things lie,
And lies do not.

Days filled with routined ritual,
Traditional, conventional;
We do not know the self that well;
(The well of depth, the well of truth.)
“Know thyself,” said Socrates,
Plato too.
Know, know, know to find out how and what and who…
It is Self’s You that holds what’s True.

Routine & Ritual,But Where IsTruth? 9.10.2021 Circling Round Everything ii, Arlene Nover Corwin

Rosh Hashanah 5782 The Jewish New Year

Rosh Hashanah: The Jewish New Year 5782

Something to remember;
Not routine or ritual but something vital,
What is really being told
Is that a culture is alive and well,
Five thousand seven hundred
eighty-two years old.
Whether you take holy scripture to your heart,
Or you do not,
The prophecy of a new year
With optimistic hope and cheer
Exists in all traditions
In their search for a completion of perfection;
Every alphabetic letter with significance,
Every number having function;
An occasion and a celebration
With a meaning and a purpose.

These aside,
Let us ride out 5782
Contemplating self-examination.
“Shana Tova” everyone***
Rosh Hashanah 5782 9.7.2021 Our Times, Our Culture(s)II Arlene Nover Corwin
**Happy New Year

Rosh Hashanah: the Jewish New Year 5782

Rosh Hashanah: The Jewish New Year 5721

Something to remember;
Not routine or ritual but something vital,
What is really being told
Is that a culture is alive and well,
Five thousand seven hundred
Eight-two years old.
Whether you take holy scripture to your heart,
Or you do not,
The prophecy of a new year
With optimistic hope and cheer
Exists in all traditions
In their search for a completion of perfection;
Every alphabetic letter with significance,
Every number having function;
An occasion and a celebration
With a meaning and a purpose.

These aside,
Let us ride out 5782
Contemplating self-examination.
“Shana Tova” everyone***
Rosh Hashanah 5782 9.7.2021 Our Times, Our Culture(s)II Arlene Nover Corwin
**Happy New Year

When I Paint My Face

  When I Paint My Face

When I paint my face,
Of course there is Sir Vanity, an Influencer;
But soon it becomes an art endeavour,
Harmonizng colors, shapes,
Shadowing in subtle ways
In places that need emphasis.

Formed anew…a thousand subtle things to do.
Eyebrows lifted, darkened, thinned;
Cheekbones tinted, muted, shined;
All a chance to play with balance,
Symmetry a goal primary.

When the whole thing’s done,
The look accomplished, satisfied
The thing that’s been diminished
Is the vanity.
What’s left is dignity, belief
In one’s ability and creativity –
The face a place to play with.

All things hang together .
That’s the point.
To change a vice to virtue, makeup an anointing.
The space that is a face become a project’s objectivity.
These are key:
Painting the face does not erase one single frailty.
It can be made to have a function,
Change the vanity to unction.
Vanity to modesty
Perhaps, even humility.

When I Paint My Face 9.4.2021 Pure Nakedness II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Missing: A New Insight

      Missing: A New Insight

More than ever I am capable
Of understanding missing: absence irreversible.
It may be a development of understanding:
Love, its contribution.
When the wellspring’s fount is gone,
You’ve got to find another well to tell your notions to
Along with all the other things you feel or do.

Yes, missing:
Messing up, and messing with
One’s being
For the lack of ever seeing
Who or what has gone.
Thing or person, old or young,
When done is done it’s done forever.
‘Missing’ rhymes, in its own way
With ‘mystery’ – the mystery of staying.
Nothing, no one does or may.
Missing 9.3.2021 Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin

What Is Needed Now

    What Is Needed Now

What is needed now is purity.
Always been. Some called it sin,
(Though not at all my choice of noun.)
Not just cleanliness but honesty, morality, nobility, integrity;
Maybe most of all: a piety;
A subtle kind of spotlessness;
The ultimate security: goodness through and through.
A difficult idea that. (it was and is for me).
When I look back
I understand the lack of qualities
That sneak into the daily -nesses of one’s life.
Part choice, part tendency,
Both to be unseated, superseded
In some way that has to do with consciousness,
New ways of thinking, practice and replacement.

Acceptance automatic, without logic and result
(An insult to intelligence)
Is not purity by definition.
Hard explained: a pain, a blessing.
Needful of some kind of faith (to keep on going).

All that you can do is find a method,
Recollect – and do it!
Aim, a goal, a constant practice
Till your days are over.
Think it over: purity.
Needed at the moment more than ever.

What Is Needed Now 9.2.2021 the processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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To Kent & Me: A Joyous Anniversary

To Kent & Me, A Joyous Anniversary

It was thirty-first of August
Nineteen hundred eighty three,
A Swedish Sunday:
Gig over,
Arlene Nover Corwin
Going back to Oxford, not expecting
Ever to return.

Six months passed.
Amazed, aghast, they called me: gig again.
Don’t know how or when
But something happened,
Something blossomed:
Call it love;
It felt above all other feelings,
Myself reeling from the feeling.

Thirty years of reeling later,
Dealing with the love, the laughter,
Here we sit, joy in our shelter:
Swedish forest, lake and cottage; architecture,
Wooden walls and wooden rafter;
Swedish ways forever after.

impossible to think or picture,
Write about or even lecture:
How so many years can run
Without realising time has gone
Without a fuss.
Happy Anniversary to us!
To Kent & Me: A Joyous Anniversary 8.31.2021 Love Relationships II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Autumnal Signs: Waning August

Autumnal Signs: Waning August 

Autumnal signs, but still it’s summer:
Metaphor for growing old;
Metaphor ‘fore growing old.
One more day and it’s September.
Not exactly worth reminding, but
Each passing takes away the doubt
That all things end and all thing start;
With variation’s cause effect
The part effect:
The art of nature.

Yesterday was summer warm:
Bees still swarming,
Butterflies of different genera (‘genus’ the singular)
Surprisingly abundant everywhere.
Dragonflies (my favourite)
Flitting, sitting for a second, off again!
Have they evolved? They seemed to’ve grown!
Then of course, I picked some lingon.
(berries mostly found in Sweden).
Hand held bucket filled three times,
Climbs o’er stump and cone and shrub
Stubbing knees, avoiding trees of every sort.
But I got the spoils, the loot!

Days still long and light, but losing
Minute minutes every night;
An autumnal signal;
Partial but a sure credential to be trusted.
Summer’s busted!
(But todays’ still bright.)

Autumnal Signs: Waning August 8.31.2021 Natire Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

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