Husband, Lover, Friend And Mate
Husband, lover, friend and mate,
All I ask is that you wait –
Ever watchful and involved,
As your problems drop off – solved.
©Husband, Love, Friend And Mate 62.8
Love Relationships;
Arlene Corwin
Husband, Lover, Friend And Mate 1962
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Glory Be 1962
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in 1962, pure nakedness Tags: 1962, pure nakedness, the processes creative thinking meditative
Glory Be
Words come first.
Through truth came words.
Through words comes truth,
Communion booth
And market stall.
I have not taken up with names.
They seem to make too many claims.
They tear me into little bits,
Intimidate, tear at my wits.
I have not take up with ‘writer’,
Yet have written words and words;
And words must man I am a writer.
Glory be, I am a writer!
©
Glory Be 62.7.18Pure Nakedness; The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
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Blues 1962
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in 1962, life, lyric Tags: 1962, life, lyric, troubles
Blues
Maybe I have not suffered enough;
Maybe I just ‘ain’t got the stuff’.
But if that’s the case,
If that is the case
I’ve been wasting the taste
Of life that I’ve had –
And that’s too bad.
Words come in a single blow,
The flow of all I’ve learned.
And all that I’ve learned
Is all that I’ve lived;
If that’s not enough,
If that is not enough,
I’ve been wasting the taste
Of life that I’ve had –
And that’s too bad.
Where do I go from here?
What do I do for now?
Somebody lend an ear.
Somebody lift a brow.
©Blues 62.9.17
Lyrics;
Arlene Corwin
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Ah, Love #6 1962
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Ah, Love #6
Ah, Love! May I address you as a friend?
Which who is most in all the world?
Do you float up and blend in,
Are you conjured up within, then hurled
Without? When love ends, who comes first, you, me?
Friend, tell me how I may ascend
To heights one lives in love’s glad company?
Ah, Love! May I address you as a friend?
Are you so distanced, as to send
Me back to my own selfdom’s snare?
You ulti-mate bait, is that why
you’re there?
© Ah, Love 1962
Love Relationships; To The Child Mystic;
Arlene Corwin
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To The Soul Not Yet Whole 1962
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in 1962, lessons to be learned, nature of & in reality, vaguely about music Tags: 1962, art, bass, Charles Mingus, I Is Always We Is You, jazz, lessons to be learned, love, music, nature in & of reality, nature of & in reality, processes creative meditative thinking, processes creative thinking meditative, processes:creative, the creative processes, the real you, vaguely about music
To The Soul Not Yet Whole
If swingin’s
All you’re bringin’
To music,
That’s not art,
But only part.
Or change your bit:
That isn’t it,
That’s only sham.
That is, if swingin’s
All you bring
To music.
Refrain:
Soul music may have heart,
Soul music may be smart;
Soul music may be art –
But not necessarily so.
Disdain:
Swing, man, hard and loud,
But man, you’re clinging to a cloud.
Call horn x,
Call music y,
Call yourself small letter i.
Remember son,
You modern soul,
The abstraction,
Means, the goal –
The three in one
Is solely you.
Practice one or all of these,
For art is born of one-in-threes.
Love will do,
And horn will do,
And absoluting you will do
Too.
©To The Soul Not Yet Whole (on hearing a record by Charlie Mingus) 1962
Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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