Gifted But Out Of Tune

 

Doctor: “What can you expect?

You’re eighty-two! Accept it!

Vocal cords, no longer tighten.

Yours will never close again.”

 

Goodness knows, boy, do I know it!

Unpredictable, quixotic.

Coming, going, throwing

Intonation out the window.

 

Eighty-two, all soon to be

An eighty- three.

Must Corwin flee because of age?

Flee the stage because of age?

Damn, no!

Today, tomorrow,

She says no to going!

 

Sings her heart out – when she can.

Songs fantastic; jazzy, cool,

Breaking rule harmonic

For the music and the fun of it.

But voice, alas, hard to control,

Its life so unconnected to the whole.

 

Bitch pitch, stich with crooked seam;

Bad, sad, how she sorely wants to scream.

She doesn’t.   Giving out the gifts from heaven,

Hearing flaws – now a given.

Focusing

on now and only…

Singing, playing joyfully;

Doing when and how,

She crowns the gig and takes a bow.

Gifted But Out Of Tune 10.7.2017

Vaguely About Music II; Pure Nakedness; Circling Round Aging;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

OnceI Write ‘Em

 

Once I write ‘em,

I don’t read ‘em.

If you’ve had a feast,

You don’t go back to feast again –

At least not feast selfsame.

Eaten’s eaten,

Drunk is drunk.

The yester- feast a kind of bunk

When looked at and reflected.

Looked at un-corrected.

 

Nothing’s wrong

With bettering that song,

Polishing and honing,

Yes, fine-tuning.

 

Last night’s feast had too much salt.

You won’t do that again,

Fix the fault

But write some more.

More’s the door

To consummation.

Less salt to improved digestion.

 

Break the silence, the taboos.

Make the ‘boo boos’.

Keep on going

In the imperceptibility of growing.

Cook the feast.

Release the moment’s best

And once you write ‘em,

Leave ‘em.

Once I Write ‘Em 9.13.2017

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Vaguely About Music II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

A World Full Of Beautiful Songs

There is a world full of beautiful songs

Out there;

Each more sweetly silencing

And bringing forth

More tears than t’other.

Myrrh

Mellifluous as fragrant honey.

Money cannot make or buy it:

Songs so lyrical you cry at

Hearing.

 

The child, sensitive and innocent

Of harmonies and reading notes

Looks back on songs she learned by rote,

With warmth and ardor.

Learned by heart,

They weren’t hard to memorize.

Their beauty struck a chord

The size of don’t-know-what.

 

Sweet song or hot,

A taste for this, a taste for that;

It’s music that gave solace,

Reassurance, dancing feet.

World full of song and beat,

Time complete.

 

There is a world of euphony

And melody

To sing about.

 

A World Full Of Beautiful Songs 8.25.2017

Vaguely About Music II; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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My Jazz Has Changed

       My Jazz Has Changed

My jazz has changed.

Warts and all,

Jazz is my call

Reflecting life’s endeavors.

I could never leave it.

I mature and it matures.

Meaning: freedom and invention.

Freedom of invention,

The sensation near ecstatic.

Who cares if I use elbows to create a chord?

No one!

Who cares if I make screw up,

Am not a nerd – part of the herd?

No one!

Everything is up to me, in me, from me –

Each note, each beat, each melody.

Coming each year, parting fear

That was and used to be there.

A ready leaving of control,

Letting an other whole come through.

The point is: no one knows or cares but you.

The freedom and invention where it should be

At the very point in history.

 

My Jazz Has Changed 4.16.2017

Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin

Everything An Etude

 

Everything An Etude

Your cooking, your yoga,

Your diet, your posture:

Everything a try,

Chance to be brave

Chance to be plucky:

Symphony unfinished;

All’s a laboratory.

 

Everything an opportunity.

An exercise to make you better.

Never best.

There is no best.

So rest in knowing

Everything is etude.

 

Everything Is Etude 4.11.2017

The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

It’s Always For Others To Interpret

I was reading, by some fluke, a book that’s been sitting in the hall waiting to be given away to some charity or other. On this day, I happened to pick it up on my way out to sit in the October sun. The name: The Nobel Prize for Literature 1901-1983.

 

It’s Always For Others To Interpret

 

Dylan’s won the Nobel Prize.

You write, you fall, you rise,

Or rise and fall

Pleasing none or all.

You’ve written self…part of…

Round themes of evil, good, dark shadows, love –

All universal;

That, despite the personal,

For I is always you is we

With never objectivity,

But always subjectivity,

Seeing what we need to see.

 

The ‘prize of prizes’ always questioned

While the choosers are sequestered, and

We never know their standard.

 

Be yourself! That’s a command!

You’ll never will, unanimously,

Be a star (though shining brightly),

Idolized by all the masses

(Think of Jesus).

 

You can just write for self alone,

Not cloning some source you admire.

Others will attire you

With clothes of their imagining,

Projecting who and what they are.

Your star will always be you

Till you die and after.

 

It’s Always For Others To Interpret 10.14.2016

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

Arlene  Corwin

Getting Bored #2

Getting Bored #2

 

I bore so easily.

I play a tune time after time

And have to change it.

Improvising: that’s the name.

Who can do the same life out? We need

To change; we crave variety:

Machines that crave variety;

Nuance, nothing big,

Subtle, slow in coming, but,

If you’ve the talent and the ear,

You hear – extemporizing, winging-it, ad-libbing

All to please your self.

Creatively and on the spot,

You feel you’ve got

To make up something new,

The worn replaced, the boredom quenched,

The freshness making you a chirpy fledgling.

Lose the fear – it’s here to banish.

Clinch the moment,

Let it shunt you to the next

Perplexing phase.

 

Getting Bored 7.20.2013/7.12.2015

Vaguely About Music II; Definitely Didactic; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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