Vanity Re-named Perhaps 2011
09 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2005, circling round vanities, I Is Always You is We
Vanity Re-named, Perhaps
Not reveling in one’s run,
Who wants to be remembered
Only when they’re gone?
You a memory in time: a force
Whose praise you always thought would be
A nice thing to enjoy while here.
You are not here to give it ear.
No wonder great religions
Call for dwindling interest in the ego,
Foster focusing on source.
Loving all as brothers,
Comforted in knowing that you share with others
Something that is you at bottom.
You could rest in peace.
The rest a vanity and arrogance.
Vanity Re-named, Perhaps 9.22.2005/rewritten11.1.2011
I Is Always You Is We; Circling Round Vanities;
Arlene Corwin
Who Cares But Me? 2011
05 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2011, a sense of the ridiculous, I Is Always You is We
Who Cares But Me?
Some good,
Some bad,
Some short, some long,
Some mediocre -
Open to refinement’s future
For/to/in one’s glossary
Internal kernel
(that’s a joke –
of course a kernel is internal).
Who cares but me?
Who Cares But Me? 12.5.2011(found on a scrap dated 10.28.2008)
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; I Is Always You Is We;
Arlene Corwin
I Am As Nothing 2011
04 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2008, 2011, circling round energy, I Is Always You is We
I Am As Nothing
I’m old, but I don’t know it.
Old, and know it.
Youthful names around
Pop up like popcorn in a pan.
One cannot take them in:
Previews,
Reviews:
Marketed.
The generation makes its mark.
My spark diminished.
Gone ambition,
Competition,
Knowing Liliputian-ness
And all it stands for.
Atom in-a-universe
Alone in change
And all it stands for.
More and more one knows
I am as nothing.
I Am As Nothing 10.28.2008/rev 11.25.2011
Circling Round Energy; I Is Always You Is We;
Arlene Corwin
I’ve Studied You 2011
27 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2011, I Is Always You is We, special people special occasions
I’ve Studied You
I’ve studied you,
Continue to…
Self-insistent, hyperbolic,
Never just, “I laughed”,
But …”laughed until I peed myself”.
(There really is just laughter,
all the rest hysteria):
Your conversation, what they said
And what they did,
With ‘I’ the center.
Knowing answers, you correct
Yet,
You are moody, melancholy,
Lachrymose, you cry a lot.
Lively conversation – no.
If interrupted, you blow up.
It’s a lively monologue,
Voluble and volatile.
The way to be around you
Is to smile,
Agree,
Give sympathy,
Make coffee, tea
And learn how much of that
Is me.
I’ve Studied You 11.21.2011
Special People, Special Occasions; I Is Always You Is We;
Arlene Corwin
Just Plain Ole’ God 2010
02 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, I Is Always You is We
Just Plain Ole’ God
Everything I do
I owe to you
And all the verbs
In all the world
Are you
In costume,
Plain ole’ God,
My chum.
© Plain Ole’ God 11.15.2010
God Book;
Arlene Corwin
I Love Soft Covers 2010
12 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, a sense of the ridiculous, I Is Always You is We
I Love Soft Covers
Pocket books –
They used to be called
Pocket books:
Soft covers with no status.
If they’d only known
It was the peoples pulse
They took!
Because the pocket book
Took.
Now I’ve my own.
© I Love Soft Covers 9.30.2010 I Is Always We Is You; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Arlene Corwin
Consolation For The Rest Of Us 2010
12 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, circling round vanities, I Is Always You is We
How famous
You may think you are,
There’ll be someone who
Never noticed you –
Or cared a hoot:
The great
And not-so-great
Illusion.
Carried on eon to eon,
Fame no more than
Being best kid on the block.
This planet’s poppycock -
And large.
More Examination Observation 2002 2004
09 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2002, 2004, birth death & in between, circling round nature, circling round time, circling round woman, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality
More Examination Observation
Sixty eight and something’s new: Breasts are lower – larger too. The bad, the good -as usual. Relatively new, I need new time To melt into a new quiescence, Seeing beauty in two breasts That used to stand and stick right out. Time to see them not as symbol When I thought them much too small, Not as symptom, But as guests whose fall Gives rise to modesty, An I-less anonymity: A mild, non-thought, non-value thing - But valued as an old dear Ming, An autumned spring, a non-inviting flavoring Enduring, non-alluring, lowering: Time for giving in. K. can always see the bright side. I see death come closer; Chains and series; night ride To a darker place. I’ve got no choice. (It could be worse.) It’s time to go from strength to strengths, From self-display to coming-out To celebrate an ageing part; Leave behind the body doubt And gadding ‘bout And preening what was only wart To an arlene-ing of the heart, The voice and head Instead.
© More Examination, Observation 02.8.7 (revised04.9.20) Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Woman; Nature In & Of Reality; Birth, Death & In Between; I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness; Time; Arlene Corwin
Sixty eight and something’s new:
Breasts are lower – larger too.
The bad, the good -as usual.
Relatively new, I need new time
To melt into a new quiescence,
Seeing beauty in two breasts
That used to stand and stick right out.
Time to see them not as symbol
When I thought them much too small,
Not as symptom,
But as guests whose fall
Gives rise to modesty,
An I-less anonymity:
A mild, non-thought, non-value thing -
But valued as an old dear Ming,
An autumned spring, a non-inviting flavoring
Enduring, non-alluring, lowering:
Time for giving in.
K. can always see the bright side.
I see death come closer;
Chains and series; night ride
To a darker place.
I’ve got no choice.
(It could be worse.)
It’s time to go from strength to strengths,
From self-display to coming-out
To celebrate an ageing part;
Leave behind the body doubt
And gadding ‘bout
And preening what was only wart
To an arlene-ing of the heart,
The voice and head
Instead.
Life’s Work 2010
08 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, birth death & in between, circling round time, definitely didactic, I Is Always You is We, nature of & in reality, our times our culture
Life’s Work
You leave behind a life;
A life is work:
The evidence,
The carried-on,
The shaper of a million souls.
You leave behind importance
And uniqueness.
In the paradox of little-ness,
Anonymous
Amidst the throngs,
The billi-ons,
It is the principle of ripples
That applies.
Spirits rise
Or fall
With you.
©Life’s Work 07.7.28. Birth, Death & In Between; Definitely Didactic;I Is Always You Is We; Nature Of & In Reality;Our Times, Our Culture; Time; Arlene Corwin
