To Row Is Perverse 2012

To Row Is Perverse


Let’s row in reverse.

Why is the rowing

Always done backwards?

Why are we forced

To look over our shoulder

To get to the shore!

And what a hard way

To avoid hitting shoal,

Know where we’re going

To get to a goal.

To row is perverse.


To Row Is Perverse 4.23.2012

A Sense Of The Ridiculous;

Arlene Corwin

The Only Lady Bass Player I Know 1995

     The Only Jazz Bass Playing Lady I Know

Why would a lady start playing the bass?

Take on an instrument weighing a ton?

It can’t be much fun to transport;

Schlep a four-stringéd buddy

And bow for good measure?

What pleasure from plucking four beats,

The occasional solo and jazz waltz for treats?

Feminine creature,

Petite and demure,

Training, her muscles, sustaining technique– not leery

Of playing for bleary-eyed, tone-deaf, demandingly dreary

Old guys and young punks.

If I were that lady I’d play something else:

The flute or the conch or the singing chipmunks.

(I remember them well.)

Yet let’s toast the bass,

The chalice of callus,

The lady who carries the bass loaded case,

Who has broken the caste of the plucking male race.

©The Only Lady Jazz Bass Playing Lady I Know 95.1.8

A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Woman; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin






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