Endlessly Creative II 2008

31 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2008, on the way to the post, the processes creative thinking meditative Tags: , ,

        Endlessly Creative II

I write for the inner man.

I write for the outer man –

The vain man, the me man.

Like Leonardo, I see landscapes,

Cityscapes, faces that escape

From pebbles that I pluck

Each time I get the post.

Creation knows no limits.

Crazy faces in the spaces,

Their limits are my limits

And my limitations theirs.

There was no skyline

When da Vinci peered at ceiling cracks.

What city

Did he see

Interpreting the line and plane?

The country? town?

Even he, da Vinci had a curtain,

And because creation is subjective,

Subject world formed in the mind,

I can approach my inner, outer, vain –

My me man

Seeing faces new, unknown,

Un-specied and unnamed.

As many as are pebbles

They’ll be born.

© Endlessly Creative II 7.4.2008

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; On The Way To The Post;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

En Route To The Post 1997

10 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1997, I Is Always You is We, on the way to the post, the processes creative thinking meditative, to the child mystic Tags: , , , ,

     En Route To The Post
I go ‘inside’ to find Arlene –

Not where she’s going, where she’s been,

But where she is.

She is here, inside the head

With nerves in limb: sensation, station,

Lipid and pineal gland,

Glycoside, callosum band;

The brain or mind

(Can barely find) –

She has a place and feeling.

Not taking up much space–

Rather, small

And all.The next technique for keeping her,

Is leaping to a place out there.

Since place implies a no-named where,

A vaguely spirit thoroughfare,

The leap goes somewhere past the air

Where someone very much like her

Keeps house.

If only she could just hold on,

The key – before the skill has gone –

Is holding on to her, there, it.But bit by bit

All hope of grasping, living in it

Goes, is gone within the minute –

So I start again.

©En Route To The Post 97.8.17
On The Way To The Post; I Is Always You Is We; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin

 
 

 

Behind The Windows 1997

10 Jan 2009 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 1997, love relationships, love relationships; circling round eros, on the way to the post Tags: , ,

 

        Behind The Windows
 We bring to the thing the thing we are –

Not less, not more.

So as I fetch the post

And look across at Sonny’s house,

His pregnant wife,

How goes it with their married life

Behind the windows private, closed?

How is my neighbor Ralph, his fru*–

Their love life – life when day is through?

I’m not perverse or curious –

Quite the reverse, I’m pure, lust’s seed

All gone. My love life carries on,

Affection at the base,

But struck by what’s behind the lace,

The permutations, variations on a theme,

The sex a symbol of a dream.

 

Behind the windows are my friends,

Committed to their common ends.

The daily twos I meet

When we have something nice to eat,

Trade visits, pleasant talk.

Behind the window do they balk

At tender touching, joke-filled groping?

Has the sex fulfilled the hoping?

Do the hopes go hand-in-hand

With the candled mealtimes?

Something’s
going on.Is what is lost more than was won?

One never sees the times back of the blinds.

That why a blind is called a blind:

The outside never sees behind,

Never knows the couple’s minds –

I speculate on ghosts and costs,

And springs and frosts,

And wonder, as I fetch the post and look across,

What loves are won and what is lost?

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Behind The Windows 97.7.7Love Relationships; On The Way To The Post;
Arlene Corwin

 

 

 *fru means wife in Swedish
 

 

Endlessly Creative II 2008

18 Nov 2008 Leave a comment

by arlenecorwin in 2008, on the way to the post Tags: , ,

     Endlessly Creative II

I write for the inner man.

I write for the outer man –

The vain man, the me man.

Like Leonardo, I see landscapes,

Cityscapes, faces that escape

From pebbles that I pluck

Each time I get the post.

Creation knows no limits.

Crazy faces in the spaces,

Their limits are my limits

And my limitations theirs.

There was no skyline

When da Vinci peered at ceiling cracks.

What city

Did he see

Interpreting the line and plane?

The country? town?

Even he, da Vinci had a curtain,

And because creation is subjective,

Subject world formed in the mind,

I can approach my inner, outer, vain –

My me man

Seeing faces new, unknown,

Un-specied and unnamed.

As many as are pebbles

They’ll be born.

© Endlessly Creative II 7.4.2008

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; On The Way To The Post;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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