Everybody’s Writing Books 2008

                 Everybody’s Writing Books

Have I anything to say

That isn’t being said and published


What have I to add

To worlds already saturated,

Drowned in truths?

Bequeath my truths

While waiting,

While distinguishing

Ambition, vanity and charity,

One from t’other?

It’s not easy,

Each a spoiled child

Demanding time to chase up/after;

Time one’d rather not waste chasing;


So one waits, gone through the usual

Befuddled channels,

Searches after agents, publishers, publicity,

The proper avenues –



To be a part

Of everybodyswritingbooks?

Until God speaks through destiny,

Person –ally,

To me alone,

Through implements as yet unknown,

My books, both written and to come

Clicked out while mystifying inspiration

Strikes – until He speaks

One sits and writes,

An open carton box cartoon

With notes therein of many paradoxes:

Eggs and lox and hens and cocks,

And all our clocks (whose time is running out)

And glockenspiels

And peels of laughter

And, the Everafter after all,

In there, also.

© Everybody’s Writing Books 6.10.2008

Defiant Doggerel; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin




Boring Again 2008

       Boring Again
How boring I must be;

Didactic me

Lecturing imagined


Out there


Never here

But maybe one day

Reading themes

Repeated. God,

I hope it does some good,

Hokusai and Monet


© Boring Again 8.15.2008
Defiant Doggerel; Definitely Didactic; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin




Birthday Resolution 2008

       Birthday Resolution

It’s time:

To take to,

Waken to

The Serious –

To put a stop

To vanity,

The unacceptability

Of superficiality

And bye-bye


To vanity

(with big, Big V)

Taking myself


(big S big LY).

© Birthday Resolution 10.29.2008

Birthday Book; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin

We Buy To Give Away 1997


       We Buy To Give Away

We buy to give away –

To use awhile and give away.

It has to be so, since we die.


where go all the things we buy?Someone

gets. We’re forced to share.What we buy cannot come to where

We’re going. Why not jump the gun,

Be seen as Mister Niceguy? –

Really be one?

Who knows if the gived –

Hereafter spoken of as gift –

Affects the state of death;

Conditions after the last breath?

In any case, it’s practical to simplify,

Dispersing goods before you die.

Remember what it is I’ve said:

Before – not after – you are dead.



We Buy To Give Away 97.10.21Defiant Doggerel; Birth, Death & In Between; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin





The Practice 1997


      The Practice

A headstand everyday;

A line or two or three or four;

A letter, poem, a short essay;

A lyric learned, a song, a chord;

A meal made, some panties washed,

A mantra said. Negation quashed.

Anything to squash the guilt

That builds from projects still undone,

Objectives hardly yet begun

From duties felt and fears that tilt

At weaknesses of mind that push

And rush at mind; that build up stress

Forge gaps in mind-access.

Any way to use the time,

To find the balance:

Spontaneity and planning,

Creativity and plotting;

Habit, too much energy or plodding.

Any way to squelch the spree;

Anxiety opaque as fog.


Ok, to headstands, sit-ups

Now I’ve learned a bit

About the body’s load,

Its downhill road.

Ok, the letter to a friend

Now that some friends have met their end.

Ok, to poem that halts the drain

Of healthy enzymes from the brain

Now that I’ve seen what brain can do

When cells have shrunk. It could be you.

Ok, to song sung everyday,

To keep at bay the wobbling note

That comes from age and unused throat.

And when there’s silence in the bed,

Ok, to mantras in the head.

To practice is the practice.



The Practice 97.4.6Defiant Doggerel; Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We;

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin




Long Life Poem 1997


      Long Life Poem

Long, long poems are out I’m told.

People will not read two pages.

There are seeds, three mantric seeds

For catalyzing long hid needs –

Didactic gauges

For reclaiming innocence,

For waking from the long-lived trance,

For scraping off the masking mold:


kind and bold. ©


Long Life Poem 97.4.30The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Defiantly Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin



The Vanity It’s Clad In 2007

       The Vanity It’s Clad In

We make an error

Calling ego bad.

We ought not kill the ego –

Just the vanity it’s clad in.

Weighted down by cargo;

Slowing progress down to largo,


Identifying self with ‘fake’ –

Not easy to identify

And wrong to deify.

Ego not the bad guy –

Just the vanity.

©The Vanity It’s Clad In 07.10.22 (started 00.9.15)

Defiant Doggerel; Definitely Didactic; Circling Round Vanities;

Arlene Corwin




The Cog 2007

            The Cog

Maintaining the motto,

The status quo:

Keep it or bust!


A man hits the dust –

Shot down by two gunmen,

Aged twelve and aged ten.

My job is headman

In charge of the bullet,

The killing lead in it.

My job is my coin:

My car, house, cell phone.

I cry, same as you.

Guns don’t kill, people do!

If I leave, there are more

At the factory door;

All the poor unemployed as dependent as I,

On the things that we own.

I am used to my loan.

I’m a cog.


the underdog.Choices give pain.

I can’t sever the chain

Of the planet’s demise:

Starvation, disease, the rising of seas,

Emigration en masse, dwindling species.

I’ve family. I’m trying my best.

God can handle the rest.

I’m a cog.

©The Cog 07.2.10

Defiantly Doggerel; Definitely Didactic; Our Times, Our Culture;

Arlene Corwin



The Air is Out of My Balloon 2007

         The Air Is Out Of My Balloon

      (or, the magazine is off online)

Hard times – sort of.

Not an earthquake, flood or cyclone –

Only air that’s gone from my balloon.

No longer writing – well, I could –

A little jog through writing’s wood:

Cause here I am.

A writing calisthenic.

I want meat, an aim – an editor!

Someone to say “Bad! No, good!”


I need readback.

I need backing,

Lacking which

The hiss of leaking air

Is loud and clear.

I miss an editor and reader.*

© The Air Is Out Of My Balloon 11.24.2007

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

*Live with Good Intentions went out of business



Home University 2007

             Home University

I have a university within my house.

Surrounded by a thousand

Times a thousand times a thousand words

In books I’ve bought,

Brochures and articles collected,

Information omniforms connected,

Cd’s notwithstanding.

I could spend a hundred years at home

Enclosed in cloister, school and domicile:

Guru all-in-one.

In bed, awake at four

I’ve lit a candle, done

Some breathing, then

Becoming restive, set the radio a-low.

Still lying down, take up a book.

Though tired, (it’s still dark),

I am inspired – but hungry.

Toddling downstairs for a cup

To take back up –

A lovely coffee and a scone

With marmalade and cheese on –

Back in bed head propped, it’s heaven.

By this time it’s almost seven;

Read into “Windows For Dummies”,

“Treatment of the Heart Through Yoga”,

Taken up the pencil and the paper:

University in bed, bedside and in my head,

Awaiting morning light.

The January Swedish night

Still uppermost in nature,

This is prototype repeated

Meant to deepen and sustain.

©Home University 07.1.20

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiantly Doggerel; Coffee Book;

Circling Round Yoga; Swedish Book;

Arlene Corwin


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