Basic Science 1996

Basic Science

Tears in the eyes
Don’t mean that you are crying.
When breathing has stopped,
It doesn’t mean dying.
A sign isn’t always
The truth you assume,
No more than the wall
Of a cell is a room;
And was Jesus God
Those nine months in the womb?
And where is the ‘I’
In this body which rots?
If body’s a sign,
Is the ‘I’ full of spots?
Though some kind of truth
It is not fairy true-tooth.
We all want the sun,
Do we not?

©Basic Science 96.10.1
Nature Of & In Reality; To The Child Mystic; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin

To The Soul Not Yet Whole 1962

       To The Soul Not Yet Whole

If swingin’s

All you’re bringin’

To music,

That’s not art,

But only part.

Or change your bit:

That isn’t it,

That’s only sham.

That is, if swingin’s

All you bring

To music.


Soul music may have heart,

Soul music may be smart;

Soul music may be art –

But not necessarily so.


Swing, man, hard and loud,

But man, you’re clinging to a cloud.

Call horn x,

Call music y,

Call yourself small letter i.

Remember son,

You modern soul,

The abstraction,

Means, the goal –

The three in one

Is solely you.

Practice one or all of these,

For art is born of one-in-threes.

Love will do,

And horn will do,

And absoluting you will do


©To The Soul Not Yet Whole (on hearing a record by Charlie Mingus) 1962

Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin


The Nature Of Chains 2008

     The Nature Of Chains

He writes a song.

Somebody listens.

Hears it,

Likes it.

Someone takes it

To his body-brain

And hums it,

Learns it,

Goes into the world and sings it.


Bring royalties.

And when the royalties

Have run

Their time,

The melody –

It’s rhythm, rhyme

Stays on infecting and connecting.

Almost never done

And finished with:

The chain.

© The Nature of Chains 4.9.2008

Nature Of & In Reality; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin






The Fear Is Gone 2007

      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 a glimpse of glory –


©The Fear Is Gone 07.10.25 (revised from 02.10.1)

Lyrics; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin


The Courage To Say This Is The Way My Soul Sounds 2006

The Courage To Say This Is The Way My Soul Sounds

Now you start,

Discarding all neurosis

Grounded in the fears of failure,

Certain in your heart

“I am creating as I speak”

Avrah kedabra!” – Aramaic.

I will lose the seven deadly sins

Or use the seven deadly sins,

Converting them to sharp discernment,

Wit and wisdom, common sense,

Clear thinking and refinement.

And singing out, and when you pen,

And when the music of your days marooned

Is opened,

These will spring from courage that says

This, my prize, my non-disguise,

My jazz, my phrase – these are the ways

In which my soul sounds

And has sounded in its silence

Since its cause.

©The Courage To Say This Is The Way My Soul Sounds 06.7.28

I Is Always You Is We; Vaguely About Music; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin



Let The Music Sing Itself 2006

    Let The Music Sing Itself

You’ll live with yourself

For always and always.

You’ll have to –

There’s no other youOn the shelf.

Doesn’t that shove you

Toward mending your ways,

Liking yourself days upon all your days,

One’s self and one’s being

Identical always?

Never to think of committing self-harm,

(Shocking – some do)

Remembering mutual interdependence

Of things and events in all of the tenses,

Letting the music sing all by itself.

©Let The Music Sing Itself 06.4.12

Nature In & Of Reality; Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin


A Song To Make Us Empty 2004

A Song To Make Us Empty

Do what you do,
Sing what you sing,
But get rid of the ego.

©A Song To Make Us Empty 04.1.29
I Is Always You Is We; Vaguely About Music; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin

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