Thinking On Your Feet Is 2013

Thinking On Your Feet Is

Gift, art, yoga;

Leading to a

Modus operandi,

Jazz,

Invention,

A defining fun.

Creation in a flash;

Living

In a now,

No deed is left undone,

Not one day gone,

Neglected or unloved.

Thinking fleetly on your feet,

Eliminates, eradicates:

Fear of fiasco,

Worry, stress, for not one

Thing can fail you;

Neither falling on your bottom

In the middle of your show

Or whatever else you’re doing.

Trivial and valuable –

It’s all significant,

While none of it means anything at all;

The usual

Illogicality.

Years of practicing

Improvisation

Mean that

Error’s never really wrong,

So

Practice,

Use life as an etude.

Make etude of every song.

Life plays.

Thinking On Your Feet 10.10.2013

Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music II; Circling Round Yoga;

Arlene Corwin

Inexhaustible Combinations 2013

Inexhaustible Combinations

In the actions of the universe

The mixtures, combinations are un-numbered,

Inexhaustible; each instant a momentum,

Coming into being: showing up.

How strengthening!

What you can become an unpredictable.

A Mozart, Jarrett, Rembrandt, Lars Lerin;

The known, the almost known, the still unknown; your own

Peculiar combination;

Own peculiar star-crossed course.

The secret: giving in.

The stars don’t fight,

The stuff around all giving in

To forces that determine.

The thousand adjectives of force –

The verbs the nouns,

The countless ways, attempts, nuance

To pinpoint energies

That have no end.  And so,

Be daring, never knowing in advance

How this applies to you.

Inexhaustible Combinations 7.21.2013

Circling Round Science; Nature Of & In Reality;

Arlene Corwin

Creative Process

Creative Process

We sit around; cup after cup
Discuss and grope,
Grope and discuss:
Is it God or is it us,
Nature’s biogenesis the mystery of cycles,
Wrench of will the magic drop?
In any case,
The thing we face we can’t control:
Grace – where the body plays key role.
What is creation?
Is it always something new?
Is there ever repetition?
Is ‘new’ spontaneity – there on Monday, not on Tuesday?
Schumann’s mad, and still he writes.
Beethoven fights filled with curses.
Can’t rehearse – yet he rehearses.
Schubert writes, his flat half-frozen.
Can he help that he is ‘chosen’?
Genius forms despite itself;
Keeps the paper on the shelf,
Pencil present, fingers ready.
Even blind, with nerves unsteady
Strapping paintbrush to the wrist,
Memorizing palette sequence,
Using power’s dispensary
In mists of expectation.
Write, dance, paint, sing – what you will,
They don’t keep still, except inside,
For in the cyclone spiral-eye
Creation starts its spiral ride
From vacuum to a world outside.
Using worry, debt, depression,
Fused to their inverted states.
Writing, playing, painting is the ruse
To bring about those states.
Lying to shake off the cold;
Aspirin, coffee – anything’s allowed
That gets a hold on energy and focus.
Just to be there is a way to “Open Sesame!”
And though it is passivity,
At least passivity is presence.
Creativity needs presence, presence creativity.
Pardon the tautology,
But letting thinking flow
Is equal to what mankind knows,
What ancients knew eons ago.
Trite goes to trite, deep goes to deep,
Wise like the wise, the sleepy sleep:
Like goes to like.
We all have influence somewhere
On circles scarcely sensed.
You never know who’ll be the one.
The real law gets all things done.
Read, look, touch, smell, feel, listen:
Let in every oscillation.
You don’t know what word, what hush,
Which syllable will start the gush
Of art-filled spontaneity.
Everything is beauty
And a specimen of truth.
Secret is to see and use it,
Take it from the arcane sooth
To modern idiom and youth.
Inner order is the feature
Folding vision into creature;
Hidden secrets always there:
Rhythms not always transparent –
Inner order has its rhythm.
Skill belongs to those
Who, like the clogged up hose,
Wait for that drop to flow
Then flood, forcing new veins.

Tainted motives last awhile,
Purity runs the whole mile.

There’s a bank, the past before you –
Take that store to use and store.
We all start out a little fake, take
And work and wind up ‘true’. Work and wait.
Cyclic, shifting time is fate.
There is a product in the end
That says ‘I am’. And
Since you never step into
The same effluvial direction twice,
The product is as artist was:
A slice of now-ness,
Spliced with interweaving strands
Of overlapping chunks of texture,
Form and color: language wands
Of elegant expressiveness,
Personal
And universal.

©Creative Process 95.4.21
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Definitely Didactic; Coffee Book;
Arlene Corwin

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