Arlene Corwin Poetry

   Analysing Analysis***

I woke this morning:
Having worked on memorising:
Lyrics to the song “Besame Mucho”.
I wound up analysing
Every sentence, rhyme… as such.
I analysed and memorised,
The processes together,
One following the other,
Sister, brother, father, mother,
Such was their connection.

Later on I noticed
I was focussing on everything;
Every little something sticking out
Within the moment But,
It didn’t last all day.

When there it pointed roads and routes,
Plans of action, tactics, blueprints;
What the mind is meant to carry off throughout a life.
It pointed ways to grow the gifts we have inside us,
Make the learning seem a never stopping cleverness.
A power with an expertise as bonus.

Analysing is to de-compose and scrutinise;
Go over with a fine-tooth comb;
Aim to make it all your own.
Analysing is a sequence and dissection;
Observation; examination;
Evaluation, interpretation.
Then at last, the revelation!
Analysing Analysis 11.23.2021 The Processes: Creativity. Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
***examine (something) methodically and in detail, typically in order to explain and interpret.

The Older Jazz Musician & Her Voice

Limited by ageing voice
But animated, joyous;
More intuitive, deducing
Notes and phrases never guessed or forced
Limited by age’s noiseless course;
The finger’s former comets
Flying up and down the keyboard,
They, no longer playing the same chords
Stretches shortened, tempi slowed.
They’re getting old,

And yet the creativity has new directions;
Possibilities new gold, abilities unfold.
Never dreamed of north or south;
The youth of technique’s suppleness
So much the less, and yet…the jazz is best,
The test of time at rest.
All’s compensated for.

You’re not an ageing voice and hand
But something grand;
Melodious and brave,
Something others savour,
As if favour has empowered you this hour.
Not a sour note is left.
All is new, but in a different way.
The theft of time made up for
By new creativity.
Hooray!
You’re boss and nothing has been lost,
The older voice, the stiffened hand
Replaced by a new brand of fear-free spontaneity.
Yippee!

The Older Jazz Musician & Her Voice 11.20.2021 Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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As a jazz musician myself (piano/voice) seeing Vladislav Richter willingly make no attempt to hide or even avoid mistakes, I always considered him 'jazzy'.  One of the highest compliments I can make of a fellow musician, no matter the instrument or genre.

Gorgeous!. I had the honour of seeing him play in Oxford.”

Many months ago I wrote this comment on Youtube. Today, someone replied, “I envy you.”

 Being Yourself In Art

It may not be the smartest,
But it is the art-tiest
To be yourself when painting, acting, dancing, playing…
If you’ve got a penchant and/or talent
It is patently a truth
That you will make a goof
Now or in the future –
And does it matter
If a smattering of loss of focus
Or of foolishness
Intrudes upon perfection?

What is perfection anyway!
Intelligence craves, comes, goes in waves
Which saves, and even teaches
What to do next time.

And so this rhyme,
Which probably
Will be
Re-
written
Over, over,
As the former Arlene Nover
Reheats, repeats, reprising
To turn error into prize,
For pride must fall
To get the most from all,
For Self is all there is.
Your music is your business,
No one else’s.
Being Yourself In Art 11.20.2021 Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin

The Older Jazz Musician & Her Voice

Limited by ageing voice
But animated, joyous;
More intuitive, deducing
Notes and phrases never guessed or forced
Limited by age’s noiseless course;
The finger’s former comets
Flying up and down the keyboard,
They, no longer playing the same chords
Stretches shortened, tempi slowed.
They’re getting old,

And yet the creativity has new directions;
Possibilities new gold, abilities unfold.
Never dreamed of north or south;
The youth of technique’s suppleness
So much the less, and yet…the jazz is best,
The test of time at rest.
All’s compensated for.

You’re not an ageing voice and hand
But something grand;
Melodious and brave,
Something others savour,
As if favour has empowered you this hour.
Not a sour note is left.
All is new, but in a different way.
The theft of time made up for
By new creativity.
Hooray!
You’re boss and nothing has been lost,
The older voice, the stiffened hand
Replaced by a new brand of fear-free spontaneity.
Yippee!

The Older Jazz Musician & Her Voice 11.20.2021 Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin

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 Fingerprints

Wherever you go you leave a print;
Identity that shows uniqueness,
Evidence,
Not more or less.
Startling, yes?
One of a kind, digit to mind.
Unlike an ‘else, unique and special.
Deeply individual.
So,
What e’er you do,
The choices mind is drawn to:
You!
Unique, complete, infinitely perfect – faults and all,
The ways you climb, the ways you fall…
Encompassing distinctive nature,
Its distinctive character and features
Which you choose, – or which choose you.
“Know thyself” said Socrates and Plato
On the Temple of Apollo.
Every Greek, great seeker knew
That when you find the You,
You find the prints that make up who?
The personal, the spiritual, the intellectual,
The movable, achievable, the cordial and primordial,
Real/ideal, menial and genial, bestial, celestial,
The cruel, jewel, worst and finest…
Remember thus, where’er you go,
What e’er you do
You leave a print that it was you –
A you, the one and only
Worth the tracking to its authenticity;
Its genuine originality.
Reliable, dependable, credible and true.
Thus,
the sense
of fingerprints.

Fingerprints 11.20.2021 Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

 Birthday Dan: Ineffable

That’s what birthdays are.
Inexpressible, beyond words & describing.
To celebrate a birth on earth –
What could be more worth honoring.
Glorification deep with meaning.

Daniel Friberg, ‘Mountain Free’;
Are you that?
Hard to reach with valleys too,
Liberated, individual, open, true.

Daniel Friberg: served poetically
With HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
Decades more!
May the door to happiness and health
Become the stockpiled pile of wealth
You carry forty years to come
From
Winters, falls and summers
Onward.
Birthday Dan 11.18.2021 Birthday Book; Arlene Nover Corwin

First came the title, then came reasoning, then summing up – the rhyme and meter genetically built in.  I loved justifying the concept.

  Homage To All Things That Happen

All according to some plan –
New, alien – to keep things going, rescue man;
The right, the wrong: it all belonging
To some one humongous system
Far beyond our comprehension.
I have read
There are a hundred million neurons in our head,
These having millions of their own:
One giant telephone.
Small galaxies
To please the laws of effect’s Cause.
Hard to take in,
Come to the conclusion
That all things that happen
Are for something larger than
You, me, the galaxy
And on and on…
One cannot help but gape in wonder.
Homage To All things That Happen 5.27.2021 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

( Meditation should be a constant process: Christians, Hindus, vem-som-helst (Swedish for “whoever”)
It is a salutary process.
Minute Meditation
I send my heart this morn,
Not with emotion but with intellect –
For one suspects that’s quite okay.
One may think one’s way
Not necessarily emote,
For one connects in any case,
Each with a modus operandi.
In conclusion,
Not to worry how it’s done
Every bit a hit
(as in reward for effort).
Just one minute needed.
Morning’s Minute Meditation 11.12.2017/renewed 11.12021The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; To The Child Mystic II;Arlene Nover

The Nano-Rays Of Grace* #2

Let’s suppose,
In verse or prose,
The nano-rays that science knows
Are piercing us each nano-second
Have, as feature number one,
A light of grace, so sunlike
That one meditative thought
Converts each spark
to bombs of blessing:

A benefaction free of asking!
Wouldn’t that be fun?
Not neutral, not a nothing,
A composite bounty for well being;
A mix of prize and positivity,
AgGift for free –
from out of nowhere.
Therefore,
One could learn to wink, blink, think
A blanket future infinite,
Accepting that it’s dull and bright,
An alternating dark and light.

Let us try with all our might
To think, to talk about that light;
Spread better news,
Read better prose,
Behave in kinder ways that show and those
That don’t.

*grace; a free gift from the Divine.
Nano-Rays Of Grace 11.12.2018 To The Child Mystic II; Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin

         Night Thoughts Again

Your friends will watch you growing old
And love you anyway, in spite of, for…
Darkened over-lip, hairs on chin
Unseen by changing lenséd eyes;
Love you between thick and thin,
Loss and win.

Not picky about outer things.
Strangers can not know the difference
Between what you were and what and are,
Not caring – and why should they?
Ageing, growing old, maturing…
(Verbs you use,
show mind that’s yours,
For verb you choose
is mind that’s yours
To gauge and judge.)

In any case, grow old and let it!
House no attitude about it –
None at all,
at all,
at all.
(That’s supposed to be an echo
Bouncing back on walls of time)
Attend to something else and grow,
grow,
grow,
grow.
Night Thoughts Again 6.10.2013/revised 6.29.2018/renewed11.12.2021Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Time II; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Aging;
Arlene Corwin