And The World Gets Through Its Day

And the world goes on without me.

And the world gets through its day.

And you never start a sentence with an‘and’.

As I contemplate the boil on my gum,

The germ that could remove me in a night,

I take offense, collected sum

Of steam a dissipating stream

Which no one would so much as modify

One nano-second’s schedule for.

Earth without an Arlene in it

Without one self-adjusted minute.

Ants don’t change their habit-dance

Corroborating colleague ants

Who pass away, heads bitten off.

Gigantic are the forces

Pushing onward, forward,

Only nodding towards mortality.

This very day

My childhood friend rings up to say

His chemo- has been discontinued – insufficient.

Chemicals were not enough.

Stupid crab has gotten tougher,

Shifting upwards towards the head.

And the world gets through its day.

And the world goes on without one.

And you never start a sentence with an ‘and’.


And The World Gets Through Its Day 10.20.2006 (a little addition line 11 8.30.2016)

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Birth, Death & In Between II; Nature In & Of Reality;

Arlene Corwin







Seventy & Eight


Seventy and eight:

You’ve definitely

Set aside some vanity.

What is it but priority?

And some priorities have changed.

It’s called acceptance.

Skin that’s re-arranged itself

Without permission.

When you’re nearing birthdays

Each and every

Twelvth damned month,

You shun

The cant if you’re observant.

This has that… and that’s a pain,

Marriages have come and gone,

You’ve eaten everything on offer.

Gone the need to entertain

The suffering’s more neutralized;

So many friends and kin have died.

You’ve channeled drives

That used to thrive on pleasure.

With a birthday coming up

You’re going down each second’s unit

So immeasurably tiny you can’t count it.

Here is where it gets didactic:

Birthdays coning up – don’t hope but have it.

As for vanity, retract it.

That’s it.


Seventy & Eight 10.28.2012

Birthday Book; Circling Round Vanities II; Birth, Death & InBetween II;

Arlene Corwin

At My Own Funeral 2008

At My Own Funeral


I want to be at my

Own funeral.

Friends may cry –

Loyal, tearful distant ones show up.


No one loves a funeral. –

Unnatural the natural.  But still,

I want to be there,

Feel myself, feel like a person,

To reassure, be reassured;

Comfort and be comforted.


I miss myself already.

Funerals and burials;

Isolating, anti-social,

One ought to be detached,

Not give a fig,

Beyond the air and not care

One way or the other.


Dead is dead,

(Or somewhere else).

Perhaps I ought to work on that –

Becoming ready.


At My Own Funeral 12.15.2008

Birth, Death & In Between;

Arlene Corwin



Midsummer 2012


We celebrated midsummer.

Now It’s over.

We ate herrings, mackerel, dill, potatoes,

Grilled tomatoes, chicken, rice;

Cheese, grapes: weariless our appetites;

Strawberries, cream, cake & coffee.

Drinking red and elderberry,

And we toasted

Summer’s solstice.

We played boule, guitar and sang;

Discoursed till evening.

Anecdotes run into sand.

Now it’s over.

Nice if we could stop the day,

The shortened time betraying us.

Gratifying if we could detain the light

Night through, the winter through.

True to form,

The turning point has come,

And joy and cheer become a matter of interpretation.

How to hold on

To and keep them? You

Know cheer’s not in the solstice or

The party, for

They both are over

And it is no longer midsummer.

Midsummer 6.22.2012

Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death /& In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

Unanswered Or Unanswerable 2012

Unanswered Or Unanswerable


All those that leave us,

Leave behind

Unanswered questions.

We’ll never really know our parents,

Certainly can never intimately

Be alive to history.


In fact, what do we know?

Who do we know?

Ourselves – and hardly that!


What can we know?

Well, if they’re right –

(The seers and the ones

who break the seal of secrecy)

Ourselves, a Self  – observe the capital –


What was concealed

To we, to those

Who leave at every moment.


Unanswered Or Unanswerable 4.26.2012

Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Reality;

To The Child Mystic II;

Arlene Corwin




No Background Music 2012

            No Background Music


There’ll be no background music then;

Valleys that refuse to sing,

Glens that ring out nothing –

Dales too. 



How to get used to the mute


No angel choir,

No Gabriel to tootie toot.

There being so much music

In the background –

Does that frighten you?


No Background Music 2.11.2012

Vaguely About Music II; Birth Death & In Between II; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

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