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in 2005, a sense of the ridiculous, pure nakedness, vaguely about music Tags: 2005, a ense of the ridiculous, pure nakedness, vaguely about music
An Audience
Audience, where are you?
Group who ‘feels’ my points of view,
Senses what I do
And thinks I’m worth the listening to:
Friends one hasn’t met as yet.
Audience of more than one, who
Digs the seeds I daily sow,
Backs stacks that grow.
Oh audience, I’m warbling.
©An Audience 05.1.22
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Pure Nakedness; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2005, a sense of the ridiculous, definitely didactic, vaguely about music Tags: 2005, a sense of the ridiculous, definitely didactic, vaguely about music
All That Counts
Poetry to early jazz,
Butterflies,
Women’s thighs.
Impassioned interests moment-ized:
It’s all that counts
©All That Counts 05.1.25
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
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in 1995, 2005, the processes creative thinking meditative, vaguely about music Tags: 1995, 2005, the processes creative thinking meditative, vaguely about music
All Beginnings Have An EndHaydn wrote his last, lived on for six more years.
‘Papa’ Hayd-, prolific Hayd-, productive Haydn
Never stopped;
A last quartet, then he was through.
Maybe Papa Haydn popped,
Cropped his life and turned into
A gardener!
Had he lost his ‘papa’ clout?
It seems he opted out.
Had he broken through illusion?
Found his still point? Lost his will?
More to the point,
When gift’s become full-blown,
More feels like less and crown noblesse
Invites a pause and settling down –
Ambition’s push a wish expired.
Time comes, if you’ve given all,
Inventiveness may pall,
The old exciting games a faulty
Use of time. You’re tired!
Endless twists, flicks of the wrist;
Never tamed and open framed raw energy
All have an end.
Pretending otherwise is madness.
©
All Beginnings Have An End 95.3.9/05.4.28The Processes; Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
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in 2005, circling round nature, nature of & in reality, the processes creative thinking meditative Tags: 2005, circling round nature, nature of & in reality, the processes creative thinking meditative, to the child mystic
Watching A Documentary About the Universe’s Creation
When I see universes fly,
I back away.
When I see universes in my mind,
And travel round my brain to find
The ridges, tracks, synapses –
That’s another story.
I’m the forehead shooting sparks,
Shooting arrows to the right, left,
Over ear, down rounded back –
A globe of influence accessible;
A visit of research: a mine and mine.
Project of projection without end:
A friend.
©
After Watching A Documentary About The Universe’ Creation 05.10.10
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in 2005, birth death & in between Tags: 2005, birth death & in between
A Matter Of Choice
If life could have a codicil;
One extra, healthy, gladdening meal,
What would you give? It feels
That I am in a driver’s
Seat of choices, turning wheels
I own:
But not exclusively alone.
What would you give to live?
Eh?
©A Matter Of Choice 05.3.11
Birth, Death & In Between;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2005, nature of & in reality Tags: 2005, nature in & of reality; to the child mystic, nature of & in reality, to the child mystic
A car is an idea
In the mind of Henry Ford.
Henry Ford is an idea in the mind of God –
A non-thing:
Perfection in its nothingness,
If nothingness has qualities,
(The quality perfection)
It is something-ness,
It is a something.
Language doesn’t fit.
Arlene Corwin
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in 1989, 2005, 2006, 2008, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality, pure nakedness Tags: 1989, 2005, 2006, 2007, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality, pure nakedness
You Can’t Escape Yourself
You’re getting bald. You say “Damn!
Why was I born to a family
Where the men lose their hair,
And the women get thin on the top?”
Desperate to make it stop
You change shampoo,
Taking hormones, selenium. You
Are too scared. It’s those genes.
You read health magazines, trying means
That cost dearly.
You’re fifty-three;
Time clock and family tree,
Dastardly, bastardly, lasting past ancestry
Quietly share in your hair and declare
That you’re called to be bald.
Bow, yield, accept! It is strong to accept.
Type those poems! Edit works!
Write without fits and jerks!
Send those letters! Stay fit!
Stop that coffee… “Oh, shit!
Where is the energy so sorely needed,
With sleep and rest coming out best?
Why is the good that I would…and etcetera too,
Just exactly the bad that I do?
But I’ve strayed, lost the meter. The poem is delayed.
It’s free form and discipline’s pros-e-try bent;
A poem ex-patriot: eye-form with content.
Content with that we can come back in a while,
Selves and the moment are never escapable.
Cause and effect the creators, create.
It’s never too late. We can wait,
Drape our fates in the work,
And be glad for our lot.
©
You Can’t Escape Yourself 89.8.6/05.9.30/06.12.31/07.2.24I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness; Nature In & Of Reality;
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2005, birthday book, love relationships, special people special occasions Tags: 2005, birthday book, special people special occasions
Three Years, Three Months
Three years, three months.
There is some magic in our dates:
Magic in the ages reached;
Magic in the distance between you and me:
Sixty -seven. Seventy.
You’re catching up. (I’m being silly)
There will always be three years, three months
Between us.
Once a year you have a claim
To birthday fame
You say means nothing.
I think it’s a magic ring –
Three years, three months
That binds us.
Let’s go out for lunch.
©Three Years, Three Months 05.2.6
Love Relationships; Special People Special Occasions; (K) Birthday Book;
Arlene Corwin
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in 2005, a sense of the ridiculous, birth death & in between, circling round wrinkles Tags: 2005, a sense of the ridiculous, birth death & in between, circling round wrinkles
And My Teeth Ache Too
A day does not go by
When I
Don’t think of death
And, out of breath,
I rest from having clipped a hedge,
A birch, a pine – and ponder as I watch
My insides palpitate,
My heart rate
Faster –
As it used to be in young orgasms.
And my teeth ache too!
©
And My Teeth Ache Too 05.9.26
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in 2005, the processes creative thinking meditative Tags: 2005, the processes creative thinking meditative
Always A Miracle
Always a wonder,
This thinking of titles,
Ideas that ensue;
Always surprise.
One knows of a time
When there wasn’t a thing
To declaim or proclaim or exclaim
Since the only drive driving
Was impulse on instinct
On blind intuition:
Pyramid layers.
Now
when there’s nothing to say,There is still observation.
A miracle:
Something
to sayAnd a way
To express it.
©Always A Miracle 05.11.21
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;
Arlene Corwin
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