Bending Over A Bathtub While Thinking 2012

Bending Over The Bathtub While Thinking


Brain I am in touch with you.

You are the You-niverse,

A You-knowverse which knows you back:

Back, front, and sideways.



Nothing going on ‘upstairs’.

As I become aware of staring

Where there’s nothing’s going on,

Transformation in a second.

Change within, inside the mind.

I bind myself to it: it’s beckoned.

It: the flashing nano-minute.


Standing up and going out,

Picking up a tome I’m

Reading, I resume

The all-plebeian ordinary daytime.


Bending Over The Bathtub 6.19.2012

Circling Round Baths II; To The Child Mystic II;

Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Listening To The Silence 2009

            Listening To The Silence

The hardest thing for me

(and I is always you is we)

Is listening to the silence.

Worried, sensing

That in death there is no sound,

The friend of sound beyond

All sound. Still,

I don’t practice stillness,

Lagging will-lessly behind

The plan for love and peace,

Bliss, consciousness:

Essences of knowledge.

It won’t do!

I must turn off my radio:

[The one or two

in every room].

© Listening to the Silence2.12.2009

Circling Round Energy; I Is Always You Is We;

Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic;

Arlene Corwin




Life’s Little Cubicles 2009

            Life’s Little Cubicles

They keep one busy:


They keep away essentials.

The attentions vague,



©Life’s Little Cubicles 1.9.2009

Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

If A Bad Man Believes 2009

       If A Bad Man Believes

If a bad man believes in God

He has the peace

That every good man has.

God doesn’t care – good/bad, bad/good


Just rewards –

Desserts that have their ground in faith.

It’s faith that counts.


What happens after,

I have no idea – but have


No clue,

But there are clues

To chains

That point to balance;

Clues to chains

That point

To resolution,

Clues that point to fixed results –


That do not end with death

But point to immortality,


For choices made

Not dying death.


Birth, death and an in between,

The constant chain.

© If A Bad man Believes 1.17.2009

Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Reality; Definitely Didactic;

I Is Always You Is We; Revelations Big & Small; To The Child Mystic;



Dream of An Eternal Life 2008

Dream of An Eternal Life

 Why not?

In, out


Anybody’s body

Bubbling, troubling thoughts

Depending on the frame of mind.

Doomsday feelings,

Doomsday hints,

Revelations, big and small –

 It all

Boils down

To finding




Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin


©Dream Of An Eternal Life 11.18.2008



A Quick Perception 1998


       A Quick Perception

(Just In The Nature Of Things)

I don’t see visions –

I am too concrete for that.

What I get’s a quick perception:

Not a blessing,

Nothing special,

Not the chosen one,

Just sudden



Showing that it’s all


Just in

The nature of

The stature of,

The creature-ness

Of things.



A Quick Perception 98.12.4To The Child Mystic; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin


The Nicer Sides Of Being Ignored 1997


     The Nicer Sides Of Being Ignored

He doesn’t see I’ve cut my hair

A little or a lot. That’s good!

Doesn’t see I’ve changed mascara.

That’s exactly as it should be

After thirteen years – the married kind:

Years diffuse and years refined.

Years you get a bit ‘home blind’.

That’s good!

I say, ‘Knock wood!’

It’s freedom to go read

Without the weight of feeling needed.

Films depicting torrid love,

Find ignore-ance a horrid love.

Listen, it is bliss

Not to be noticed, seen or missed.

He doesn’t notice my new lines –

Or if he does, he doesn’t say.

And I am sensitive to signs

Of unrequited love-gone-gray,

And they’re not there.

I feel adored.

It’s perfect to be so ignored.



The Nicer Sides Of Being Ignored 97.3.8Circling Round Woman; Love Relationships; Circling Round Vanities; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin




A Spark Revealed 1997


     A Spark Revealed

I understand that I am worked: a tube –

Drafted, crafted by a fate.

How dare I say that I create?

That it is I who breathes the life

Into ideas, the forms they take?

I dare not; for I know as sure as I’m myself

That out of some divine kind heart

I am allowed ‘most anytime

(And that’s the wonder)

To perceive, unfold and form

A worthy scrap,

Miniature map

Worth being read,

Worth reaching someone’s head

Through eye and tongue:

Words I have strung

From source unknown that shares the pen,

And uses Arlene once again;

Arlene Corwin, tube and shaft,

Sometimes sober, sometimes daft –

Filled with possibilities,

Words to squeeze.

All I can say is ‘thank you, please’,

The hand prepared to scribble

What mind sees inside: A Hubble

Micro-telescope that breaks the seal

On stars unseeable,

Which hiding in the heavens’ dark

Reveal a spark

To me.**



A Spark Revealed 97.10.17The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Revelations Big & Small;

Special People, Special Occasions;

Arlene Corwin

**Dear Yngve,

This was inspired by a conversation you had with Kent when you were doing his portrait.

You spoke about the ‘good days and the bad days’. On the “good days” the art seemed to flow

through you. Well, of course, that’s true for me too, and probably artists everywhere.






Owning Time 2007

          Owning Time

Owning time.

Of course you can’t. Time goes.

No matter what, it flows.

Yet age brings on a stage

Of ownership, the luxury not time,

But distribution:

Waking when you will, fulfilled,

That coffee and croissant in bed;

That nip of air whene’er:

Your own existence.

Owning time; a feeling.

But the feeling is what counts.

©Owning Time 07.3.2

Time; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin

Out In Town 2007

                  Out In Town

I walked along the main street

With a thousand more

In front, behind, beside

And saw

A hundred years from now.

Not one of those in front of me,

Behind, beside

Will be here,

While our leaders

(who won’t be here too)


To provoke pretense defense.

Not here

A measly hundred years

From now.

What could be more ill logical

Than killing off

A generation

That won’t be here anyhow

In senseless, cruel

Shortsighted wars

As if we had control?


Our Times, Our Culture; Birth, Death & In Between; Revelations Big & Small;

Arlene Corwin 
©Out In Town 07.9.13.  


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