07 Apr 2012
by arlenecorwin
in 2012, circling round nature, small stories book, swedish book
Tags: nature, spring, writing
First Day Out
Just in case I get a thought,
I’ve brought
My pen and laptop
Paper.
The old-fashioned way.
Feb. twelve. Light
Brighter over treetop and
I hear a saw afar; a farmer
Somewhere
Making preparation.
He wants light or wood.
And/or – that’s good.
Country dwellers – they’re so clever.
I sit.
Rooftop snow has almost hit me,
Missing by an inch.
Melt, melt…
This
Is story-telling:
Poest-ory-telling.
Trivial,
But worth a word.
Another thud.
What luck!
I’m tucked under an eave
Exposed to ultra-violet
I need.
Light’s back and lengthening;
Apple cake inside is baking.
We will gain an hour next month.
Still, temperature demands
Two pairs of tights, leg warmers,
T-shirt, sweater, vest, coat, hat.
That’s that.
My first day out.
First Day Out 2.12.2012
Small Stories Book; Swedish Book; Circling Round Nature;
Arlene Corwin
02 Mar 2012
by arlenecorwin
in 2012, birthday book, special people special occasions, swedish book
Tags: births, Princess Victoria, spring, Sweden, weather
The Day The Princess had A Baby*
New little princess;
Flags a-flying.
Sunshine, open windows,
Cats that went out and ate grass
And almost no snow left.
Seven degrees of centigrade.
It’s February. Should be colder.
Ice that’s turning back into
A lake again and Princess cakes
Sold out in all the bakeries.
So many fine and subtle things,
Thought I.
Besides which, Lena Valkonen
Became a grandma Saturday:
A baby boy. Oh boy! More joy.
And more to come.**
The Day The Princess Had A Baby 2.29.2012
Birthday Book; Special People, Special Occasions; Swedish Book;
Arlene Corwin
*Sweden’s Princess Victoria and Prince Daniel
**Inspired by an email received from my neighbor across the lake, Ingegerd Lorquist.
The subject of the letter was “wasn’t it a lovely day”. It was poetry in itself. I just made a few changes.
01 Aug 2011
by arlenecorwin
in 2011, swedish book
Today I Baked
Today I baked what Swedes call bullar.
(We say buns
with cinnamon).
They came out wonky.
Every single piece
Looked wonky,
Not one bun done twice
The same;
All shapes and sizes tasting nice.
Well, more than nice.
Delic-ee-ice!
Not failure at which you might scream:
Not failure ruining self-esteem,
But variations on a theme.
Perhaps that’s all there should be
To make daily life, well, whim-
sical.
Today I Baked 8.1.2011
Swedish Book;
Arlene Corwin
21 Dec 2010
by arlenecorwin
in 1996, 2010, circling round nature, swedish book
Here’s another Christmas poem from Sweden. That day was so magical I just had to record it. The mentioned “Kent” is my dear heroic husband who’s bee out with the tractor shoveling snow, widening the road, chopping more wood, feeding the fire, keeping it going… in this record cold 2010 winter.
Christmas Day On And Around The Lake
Stora Härsjön.
For future generations
Of the English-speaking world, pronounce it
‘Hairshern’. One of God’s creations
Which they named Big Lake.
They’re skating up and down, zigzag, across.
From far three specks come into focus:
Man with dogs, parading toward a thin-iced dam.
Fear subsides – he’s local clan.
His kind knows every deep edged plane.
Kent is sweeping snow that dusts
The ice – in preparation for a skate.
I wait,
Brooklyn girl at window, while Viking
Feigns a shoe-drawn figure eight,
The outdoor rink scant meters from the house.
Enchanting bay-cum-pond embosomed in a wood.
We have a life uniquely good:
Biscuits in the oven; sitting, watching
While they brown, snatching, catching
Surfaces that rest on life this day,
A perfect way to view it.
The atmosphere is peerless
And I want it down for always.
Neighbor Hammer’s built a fire on the ice
Where Kent and Hammer’s sons
Build branch by branch, a flame, the highs
So bright, so red it could be called flamboyant (get it?)
As a day-short sky grows dusky and I watch,
A scone already spread with butter sampled
In my mouth.
©Christmas Day On And Around The Lake 96.1.31
Circling Round Nature; Swedish Book;
Arlene Corwin
06 Apr 2010
by arlenecorwin
in 2010, birth death & in between, small stories book, swedish book
Comforting Oneself
A dear young doe lay dead beside the road.
Driving cowboy style on motorcycle
Fifty, sixty miles an hour, the day before:
Our neighbor’s son.
I asked the son if he had hit it.
He denied it.
I lost words: had to accept it.
Coincidence improbable,
The path a long way from the world
With scarce a vehicle on road,
We’d heard him burn his tires
Just before the fawn was spotted
Feeling-less and unattended.
Odds that it was someone else?
The gods of bookies know it is infinity
To one.
We may never know who did it,
Never meet the culprit. Hear “I’m sorry”.
But it’s down for all to see – out there for eternity,
And that’s a comfort.
Pretty still in stiffening,
We buried the poor thing,
© Comforting Oneself 3.16.2010 Birth, Death & In Between; Small Stories Book; Swedish Book; Arlene Corwin
14 Feb 2010
by arlenecorwin
in 2010, circling round yoga, small stories book, special people special occasions, swedish book
You Have To Find Your Own Yoga
The old man stands beside the road.
He’s shoveling snow.
When season’s right, he’s planting spuds.
We’ve no idea how old he is,
But old he is.
His house is leaning.
Scaffolding supports one side.
We think it holds it up –
The twenty years we’ve driven by
There’s been a slanting scaffolding.
Not fixed, the house – not anything;
That need’s conceit long gone.
It snows. He sweeps,
He sows. He reaps,
Each year
While driving by,
We look to see, is he still here?
He is.
Road- near or
On the land,
House standing, leaning,
Scaffolding as old as he.
He’s found his Yoga.
© You Have To Find Your Own Yoga 2.9.2010 Small Stories Book; Special People, Special Occasions; Swedish Book; Circling Round Yoga;Arlene Corwin
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Arlene Corwin’s Poetry
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Arlene Corwin’s Open-Ended Biography
(10.3.2007 updated 10.24.2007 updated 1.3.2008; updated December 15, 2009, October 2010 )
Arlene Corwin (born Arlene Faith Nover) is an American jazz singer and pianist, poet, teacher and practitioner of Yoga. Born November 8, 1934 in the Williamsburg Maternity Hospital, Brooklyn, New York. She has two children. Jonathan Eric Corwin (born July 24. 1956 and) Jennifer Nover Council (born February 2, 1964). Mother Margy Lillian (born Brown). Father Albert S. Nover. Both were hairdressers, owning a beauty salon together. Everyone was musical on both sides of the family. Mother sang, could play some piano. Father was a gifted sculptor and wood carver, played a little harmonica and mandolin. The family is Jewish.
Early Life
Started studying piano age 8. Studied voice at the famous 1650 Broadway with ‘coach’ Matty Levine. Did a little recording at aged 10 in Nola Studios. (The record has since disappeared) At 12 she started studying harp with Meyer Rosen (Julliard and NBC Orchestra) and the occasional piano lesson with an NBC pianist who taught her how to read chord changes, seeing at once that she was not interested in learning classical piano.
As a child she had already sung at weddings, bar mitzvahs and for the USO, raising bonds for the war effort. At 13, having a boyfriend who played the saxophone and who listened to Symphony Sid, jazz disc jockey whose late night show originated from Birdland, she awakened to jazz, listening to the late night show “under my blanket”. “A turning point”, she says. (Well before “Lullaby of Birdland” was put to words Arlene had written a lyric of her own – a lyric she still sings today) At 14,she was playing for a dancing school once a week. Then she got an accidental job (“slipping in on a banana peel when the singer got sick”) in a Brooklyn nightclub singing with a group. “Mom and dad chaperoned, of course”.1950s
She began to sing regularly when again, out of the blue, an agent rang offering a job for a hundred dollars a week to play at the Mayflower Hotel in Manhattan. It was a restaurant owned by Bob Olin, a former light heavyweight world champion. “I was so naïve I played the whole evening without ever taking a break. Who knew about breaks? Why they kept me I’ve no idea.” But they did and the steady salary of $100.00 a week (which she gave directly to her mother, any other choice never occurring to her) and the experience of having to make a varied program led to her singing to the piano, and eventually to playing to the singing. At this time she was still in high school as attending the prestigious High School of Music & Art as a harpist.She graduated from Music & Art getting a scholarship to Hofstra College as a music major.
Then in 1952, while still at Hofstra College (now university), she was playing on the weekends in a Hempstead, Long Island nightclub-restaurant when Slim Gaillard, who’d come to see Jack Teagarden (also working there) began to take notice of her. He started showing up regularly. There he met Arlene’s mother Margy, and the two eventually opened a jazz nightclub, the first to cater to blacks and whites. It was called The Turf and it, like Birdland had its own radio show, for which Arlene wrote the theme song “The Slim Gaillard Show”. Now she was standing as well as sitting, getting a chance to sit in and sing as often as she chose. The die was cast. It was jazz, cool jazz.
Early Influences
In 1954, on the day she ought to have been attending her college graduation, she married Bob Corwin, a 21-year-old jazz pianist with the Don Elliot Quartet. Because Bob toured, Arlene began her new stage of education: listening to Don’s group while they played on the same bill as the jazz greats of the 50’s. There was Helen Merrill at George Wein’s Storyville in Boston, Terry Gibbs and Illinois Jacquet in Detroit, Bill Evans, Cy Coleman, Bernard Peiffer, Tal Farlowe,Johnny Smith John Mehagan and Billy Taylor (who had also performed at the Turf) at the sophisticated Composer owned by jazz lover and connoiseur Willie Short in Manhattan. ” It was also a chance to see and listen to other singers of the day. New York was marvelous in those days. I saw Peggy Lee at Basin Street, became friends with Blossom Dearie at Trudy’s in the village, Oscar Peterson, Marian McPartland at the Hickory House, Sheila Jordan, Morgana King. It was THE university for me. I was introduced to and mentored by Tony Fruscella, the tragic, unsung genius of the trumpet, ‘who I took on my gigs, but to whom I was actually the apprentice’ – and through Tony to Morgana King and Beverly Getz, the talented [and equally tragic] wife of Stan Getz. I feel blessed to have experienced jazz at that time. The guys would gossip about who played ‘behind’ or ‘ahead’ of the beat, bass lines, good changes, bad changes. No Music & Art or Hofstra did that. I learned almost the whole of what is now called The American Songbook. And I, I was sounding like Sarah Vaughn with a little voice.”
Hanging Around Manhattan; Not This, Not That…
Living in New York, and looking for a niche she spent time, as other musicians did, at the Musicians Union Local 802 or Charlie’s Tavern where jobs could show up. In this way, there were weeks and weekends away with big bands: Tommy Dorsey’s Orchestra under the leadership of Warren Covington, Claude Thornhill and Larry Sonn.
“When you hang around New York all kinds of opportunities show up”. And so, she got a leading role in a B film called “Jukebox Racket’, wrote the score for another B film called, at the time “She Should Have Stayed In Bed”, later to be called ‘1,000 Shapes Of A Female: see IDMB (the company, called Exploit Films was owned by Errol Flynn “tall, big in every way, veins on his face, but exuding old world charm” He was quite, quite overwhelming.”
Then there was a bit part in John Cassavetes “Shadows”, followed by the lead in what has become a cult ‘beat’ musical called “The Nervous Set” by Fran and Jay Landesman where she introduced the now-standards “Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most and “Ballad Of The Sad Young Men”, both subsequently recorded by Ella Fitzgerald, Shirley Bassey and numberless major artists. She studied acting with Joshua Shelley. “It was a time to find out who and what I was. “I was definitely not an actress. I was too introverted and none of those clothes fit” she says.
More Influences and more Not This, Not That…
In 1959 she met Johnny Burke (Burke & Van Heusen) who took her under his wing, taking her to Hollywood to demonstrate his show “Donnybrook” for Rosalind Russell and husband, producer Frederick Brisson “It was a glitzy time. I stayed at Bob Hope’s house in Palm Springs, met Frank Sinatra and his then fiancee Juliet Prowse, Jerry Lewis, Marlene Deitrich, had my own suite in Las Vegas , traveled first class, but was so introverted I always kept to myself, never saying much, definitely not participating in any of these scenes. Those clothes didn’t fit either.”
All the while she returned to the intimacy of New York supper clubs. They were the bottom line, singing and playing.
It was during the supper club period, she met Al Weissman who became her manager. She was signed to the Joe Glazer Agency and began to tour with her own trio. “Wherever I went they’d say, “You know, there’s just been a girl here who sounds like you. Her name was Barbra something. I suppose we had Brooklyn Jewishness in common. ” (She too was signed with Glazer.)
Although published by Frank Publishing (owned by composer Frank Loesser) years later she asked for the songs back because “nothing happened.” “It was a period of promise, a period I was not equipped to fulfill”.
1960s-1970s
In 1962 it was back to Hollywood with Al Weissman and high hopes. “I had some jobs, but never in my genre.” Back to New York. A little jaunt of songwriting with singer Dick Haymes. A short marriage of four months to Richard Robin Palmer.
Greece, Lebanon, Greece, Oxford – Yoga & Jazz
In 1966, by way of Paris, Greece (where she and husband Jim Council were neighbors with Leonard Cohen and Marianne) and Lebanon, “where I actually managed to do some television, singing jazz”, she settled in Oxford, England for the next 18 years, teaching yoga,(“lectured and demonstrated in what must have been a hundred Women’s Insitutes, posed for one of the very first health magazines called Health & Fitness, wrote articles on nutrition, had a weekly radio spot on a little radio show for BBB Oxford actually doing Yoga on radio while describing each pose with a microphone up my nose, did a tape on meditation – it was a lot of Yoga”) and singing and playing, being voted Best Jazz Singer in the Midlands 1972, appearing at Ronnie Scott’s three times. She did 3 television shows; a late night BBC jazz show called “In The Cool Of The Evening”, radio for BBC overseas, was invited over to Amsterdam to do Dutch radio, sang at universities around England, (“one night opposite Pink Floyd, “who were just starting out, I suppose”), the American air bases.
She appeared several times at The Stables in Wavendon (run by John Dankworth – now Sir John Dankworth – and Cleo Laine -now Dame Cleo Laine – while at the same time giving weekly yoga lessons to a group there, (which included Dame Cleo – “a wonderful
yogin”). The Wavendon All-Music Plan, later known simply as WAP “was the most stimulating and original enterprise I’ve ever encountered, pairing all kinds of musical genre. I even played on the same bill as Vladimir Ashkenazy.”
Starting in 1969 and all during the 70’s fate gave a push to the yoga side of things and Arlene was teaching yoga classes in doctor’s offices for hyper-tense, cardiac and overweight men. teaching regularly at conferences for IBM. She gave demonstrations, lectured all over for the Women’s Institute, posed and wrote for Health and Fitness Magazine (summer issue 1982) a book called The New Manual Of Yoga by Karen Ross (1973) wrote articles on nutrition, made a cassette called This Is Meditation. It was a full double life with Yoga taking half the time and singing the other half.
1980s to now.
In 1983 she once again ran into Slim Gaillard – this time in London. He asked her to appear on a television show he was producing that was to star himself, Kai Winding and Wayne Shorter. It was the last appearance she ever made in England.In 1984, finding Sweden fertile ground for singer/pianists, and meeting and falling in love with Kent Anderson, she moved to Sweden where she lives until today, performing, and writing regularly for “Live With Good Intentions” an online magazine.
Still growing, still changing
The latest news – 2009 and 25 years later, aged 75: a cd of her own songs for Imogen Records produced by George Reece, a concert of Johnny Mercer to commemorate his 100th birthday, poetry grown to 2000 poems (see Arlene Corwin Poetry).
2009 finds her favorite project on Google called Arlene Corwin’s Poetry, a project that started in 1949 or about 2,000 poems ago.
2010 landmark: First published book of poetry, “Circling Round Time” comes out in September “To The Child Mystic” the second due to come out in December.
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18 Sep 2009
by arlenecorwin
in 2009, circling round energy, circling round nature, nature of & in reality, revelations big & small, small stories book, swedish book
Tags: nature never stops
Relentless
I noticed when I came here,
City girl moved to the country,
Used to trucks that cleared the snow,
Seedless gray cement and slush –
Noticed, after just a year,
That under half a meter of opaque
Snow, blanketing,
Forever green beneath the dominating scene,
Berry woodlands: lingon-, blue-
Living, spawning;
Life’s surprise.
When I let out cries of pleasure,
Everyone who lived there yawned.
© Relentless 8.12.2009
Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Energy;
Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small;
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06 Apr 2009
by arlenecorwin
in 2009, definitely didactic, our times our culture, swedish book
Tags: 2009, choices, electing a president
Just Do It
Chapter One:
Midnight here in Sweden,
And tomorrow he’ll be President,
Four-year starting gun;
A four-year shot: it’s not a lot;
A change in month and year;
Fourteen hundred sixty days of world in chaos,
Honor and dishonor.
But by fourteen hundred thirty days,Gritty presidency fleeting –
Fleeing with its certainties.
Paradox is almost nice,
Chapter Two
The dice are ruled by variables.
© Just Do It 1.20.2009
Our Times, Our Culture; Definitely Didactic;
Arlene Corwin
18 Mar 2009
by arlenecorwin
in 2009, circling round nature, swedish book
Sun High
Same old veranda,
Same old profile:
Same old forest
Near, far, farthest;
Layers,
Then the lake.
But, but…
It’s four, nigh thirty
Sun high over trees
Which shaded
Anyone out trying for a tan,
D’s vitamin, warm skin.
It’s over.
Light –
Here,
Near,
Dear light prolonged.
The winter song I sang
Is spring.
© Sun High 3.17.2009
Circling Round Nature: Swedish Book;
Arlene Corwin
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