Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady
I do the simplest things.
I ‘m stuck.
I seem to have lost intellect.
My grandchild [not the least moonstruck]
Sails in and out of little icons she calls forth
With whispered touch.
I’ve not one crutch,
Dare not expect much.
Bared and crouched for semaphores
That only come from self. Ouch,
I should branch out,
Taking risks; latch on to newer things.
It is a kind of secret sloth,
Concealed from all who look
And see a working being.
Only I know what they are not seeing:
Pulls that lie behind this eight ball.
Ought not rail, my head not throb at failure,
But take on my newest tutor.
I must turn on my computer:
Enter,
Save.
©Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 02.1.18/01.12.6./rev7.12.2008
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Circling Round Computers;
Arlene Corwin
Complaint From An Ageing Computer-Illiterate Lady 2008
30 Jan 2009 Leave a comment
in 2001, 2002, 2008, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round computers, circling round woman Tags: 2001, 2002, 2008, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round computers, circling round woman
Two Lines 2002 2007
29 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 2002, 2007, circling round reality Tags: 2002, 2007, circling round reality
Two Lines
Seeing through the smoke of sorrow
Right down to the joke of sorrow
That’s the trick!
©Two Lines 07.10.22 (from 02.8.15)
Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
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The Fear Is Gone 2002 2007
29 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 2002, 2007, lyric, vaguely about music Tags: 2002, 2007, lyrics, vaguely about music
The Fear Is Gone
The fear is gone. A song is there;
In place a song-like atmosphere.
Gone, longing for…in four/four time,
All of the time –
Not letting in
The villain.
In the fingered melodies,
In leading tones and harmonies,
In asking for the things I want
And wanting what turns up.
All along the song was fear.
Now sweet,
What’s left is to complete…
Close up the circle,
Fix the faults,
End the story
For the glimpse of glory
So far hidden.
©The Fear Is Gone 07.10.25 (revised from 02.10.1)
Lyrics; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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A la Jane Austin 2005
03 Dec 2008 Leave a comment
in 2005, our times our culture, the processes creative thinking meditative Tags: 2002, 2004, 2005, our times our culture, the processes creative thinking meditative
À La Jane AustinI understand the modern man.
I understand
à la Jane Austin.I know his concentration
Needs more snippets than long episodes,
His mental station gone awry.
I know the reason why, and I
Take heed,
Belonging to this restless breed.
I have a sense of when to stop.
Not stooping to the popular,
Since instincts tell me ‘when’,
And by the time the pen
Has filled A4,
I’d better not have one word more;
The mind-throat must be stilled.
The one-page reader won’t turn over.
Paradoxically, he’s buying longer books than ever.
The novella’s gone to hell, as well as
Rhyme and metered time.
Did I say that I understood it,
This phenomenon modern?
I’m part of it. I know that much.
I am in touch with modern mind,
The search to find a higher truth,
Ponce de Leon’s search for youth,
The need for speed as well as silence.
I am there to understand the head and tail,
The ego frail, its longing for a holy grail.
I understand the hand that writes
To finish when A4 runs out,
A discipline from doubt or drought
That comes from having modern man’s eternal heart.
©À la Jane Austin 02.8/04.3.16/05.11.4/2006
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Our Times, Our Culture;
Arlene Corwin
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People Get Tatoos 2002 2004
19 Nov 2008 Leave a comment
in 2002, 2004, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round time, circling round vanities, circling round wrinkles Tags: 2002, 2004, a sense of the ridiculous, circling round time, circling round vanities, circling round wrinkles, definitely didactic
People Get Tattoos
People get tattoos because
They think that there’s no change,
Because they’re vain, in love.
They think they choose
Because they’ve no idea
The rain in Spain lies mainly in the plain
And muscle turns,
And what was breast or chest,
Was firm and formed,
Deforms, de-firms
With ‘budding bicep rose’ becoming
Wrinkled, wilted posy -of-the-elbows.
I suppose it’s all to do with time
And how we throw away
Our energies, with time outgrowing
Side- and peepshow
Worshipped once with gusto.
Oh, tattoo, you are a symbol
Of myopia and youth,
Cockeyed view of truth
That lets us down.
Still, there always will be those
Who will demand tattoos,
Refusing all discussion until gusto is disgust.
There’s nothing one can say or do
Except reiterate this blemished tune
To anyone who’ll listen:
Be just witness and abstain.
©People Get Tattoos 04.1.18/02.7.20
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Definitely Didactic; Time;
Arlene Corwin
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Manipulating Time 2002
03 Nov 2008 Leave a comment
in circling round time Tags: 2002, circling round time, vaguely about music
Manipulating Time
Into [time]
[Time] in two
In tune [with time]
Time deep in self –
Deep in and out of nowhere
That prolongs,
Contracts,
Manipulating for more room
Within its frame. How nice!
An inexpensive price to pay
For elongating night and day:
Your life; more life to claim;
More time to soar;
More life that’s yours.
©M
anipulating Time 02.5.23Time; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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Cantata for Solo Violin 2007
26 Oct 2008 Leave a comment
in 2000 Tags: 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, courage, creativeness, simplicity
Cantata For Solo Violin By Bach
Cantata for solo violin
Stands on its own.
No orchestra, it’s brilliant.
Comes a bigger group:
Brass band or chamber
Making what?
More of cantat’?
Grab confidence, (latent or not)
Conquistador of yours.
The minimum can stand-alone.
©Cantata For Solo Violin By Bach 07.5.1
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin
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