Lauren Bacall 8.24.2014

Lauren Bacall


[to have been]

Unusually beautiful and slim and tall,

At the top of your profession,

Wed blissfully, bearing with the smoke and alcohol,

An early widowhood

– in short, embracing all

This concrete world can offer:

Praise as food, death, suffering,

Resurgence, perseverance

Grounded in


[to have been]

Exceptionally lucky,

Destiny mapped out, it seems

By gods and grace,

Odds are still stacked against…

One day, long life included,

You say ciao, adieu, a toodle-oo

And permanent goodbye.

And we say, thank you.


Lauren Bacall 8.24.2014

Special People, Special Occasions; Birth, Death & In Between II; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin


Why Doesn’t He Finish 2012

Why Doesn’t He Finish?


Clever, talented, inventive:

Why doesn’t he finish?

Builds, designs, creates until

The final stage.  Steps left

Unpainted, ceiling too;

Lights unconnected so the view

Is partial.  Guests don’t notice.

Nor does he.  He does, but has excuse

After excuse, and if

One should suggest, albeit grace-


One is a witch who does not highly

Value what’s been done.

All that one

Can do right after is to write

And thus complete

The corpus, its collections,

This one call Relationships:

Love’s Interactions.



One’s washed the kitchen floor –

Something accused and used

As counter-claim.


One’s glum,

Which is unusual

For one.


Why Doesn’t He Finish 6.7.2012

Love Relationships;

Arlene Corwin

Integrity: The Doped Olympics 2004 2007


07.10.5. I was thinking about integrity and what constitutes it. If a law is responsible, or if the burden of integrity is always on my/our shoulders.

What would I do if a cup of strong coffee helped me perform to my utmost, but was illegal. Would I sneak in that cup? Could I resist the temptation? I really can’t say. And that uncertainty makes me say it must be my weakness, my undeveloped morality and love for my fellow man.

In light of the news that a certain Olympic champion will probably be stripped of five medals, having admitted now to using steroids makes me question my own social responsibilities even more. What to do? What to do?

Perhaps this is an answer:

The Doped OlympicsWhy don’t they simply

Create a new branch

And call it the Doped Olympics?

By the laws of semantics

It soon would come into the language,

Legitimized. Youth forgets past.

Soon the word would lose shame

While the name of the game

Would be guilt-free and blame-free

And those who would qualify

Could have drug freedom,

Build muscle defined and have bodies divine.

If they dropped dead at forty

At least they’d have entertained millions,

Fulfilled their ambitions,

Made lots of folk rich and set records untold.

Let those athletes select spend year-hours in training;

Let chemists develop concoctions so new

That the pole-vaulter flies,

And the sprinter’s a jaguar,

The shot put is sent into orbits of space,

The long jumper jumps twenty meters

While men become fierce

And the women grow beards,

Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.

A yes to the dopey Doped Games!

©The Doped Olympics



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

Arlene Corwin
























Naked Is Quicker 2005

      Naked Is Quicker

They cover their voices –

Double record,


Over track,


Covering over.

It enriches.

After all, it covers over.

And it hides.


It’s simpler – the simplest.

Let’s divulge,



Let’s be transparent.

They cover their voices:

Fonts and pictures

Cover to sell:


Covering tells.

Coin spent;


For evasion.

Naked is quicker.

The cover is slicker.

They cover their voices.

Not I.

©Naked Is Quicker 05.1.29

Our Times, Our Culture; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin


I Do What I Do 2002

  I Do What I Do

Intending to do

What I did from the womb,

I get on a stage

Or play in a room –

Without compromise:

Extra size boobies,

Up-tempo salads

When I prefer ballads,

Gimmicky codas,

Playing for tips,

Elvis or Beatles, and rocking of hips;


Of songs I abhor.

To follow the ear

And capacity’s frame,

Expecting my will

To take part in the game,

Accepting a will

Come from God, karma, star

Without losing sight

Of the mind’s reservoir,

Taking time, sitting tall,

I do what I do



That holds back the soul,

In hope that you’ll

Listen because, after all,

I can only do what

I can do.

©I Do What I Do 02.4.4

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

Arlene Corwin

Filling The Hole 2 2003

Filling The Hole

Your undertaking esoteric,

Father says, “Not economic!

You can’t make a living at it!”

You know in your heart empiric

Someone does. You’re categoric;

Facts historic. Rise may not be meteoric,

But there’s someone there who needs it!

Somewhere out there someone wants it!

Someone’s willing to support you,

Keep a roof over your head,

Pay for food and baby’s bed.

If you keep on doing what you’re doing,

Leaning toward and on your gifts, eschewing

This and that that earns more money,

Go for it! As loony as it seems


Filling The Hole 03.2.25                                                                                             Definitely Didactic;Vaguely About Music;Special People Special Occasions;Defiant Doggerel

Arlene Corwin






Filling The Hole 1 2003

     Filling The Hole

Your undertaking esoteric,

Father says, “Not economic!

You can’t make a living at it!”


Someone does. You’re categoric.

Rise may not be meteoric,

But there’s someone there who needs it;

Somewhere out there someone wants it.

Someone’s willing to support you,

Keep a roof over your head

For the food and baby’s bed.

If it’s what you keep on doing,

Leaning on and toward, eschewing

This and that that earns more money –

Go for it, as loony as it seems.

You’re filling someone’s hole and dreams.

A friend of mine researches things.

Purveyors, for whom profit rings the bell

Say that his project has no interest.

He’s a purist. He continues his pursuit.

know in your heart empiric,Wiggling, jiggling pelvis

Sequined leather jacket,

Income high, a high tax bracket.

I have other jazz friends too.

Friends who’ve burned their souls and do.

Do the thing that you were born for!

Spawn the interest others scorn, for

There’s a cover for each pot.

Fill that hole out there with what

God gave you as your lot.

Someone out there’s longing

For the song you sing,

So do your thing

And fill the hole.

© Filling The Hole 03.10.12

Definitely Didactic; Vaguely About Music; Special People Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin



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