The Conclusions That We Draw 2012
08 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
in 2012, circling round reality, vaguely about music, vaguely about music II Tags: construing life, interpretation, projection as the world, reading into it
The Conclusions That We Draw
We read into it what we are:
nothing more.
We interpret:
nothing more.
In touch, sight, sound
We listen with our backgrounds,
Enjoy through aptitudes,
Construe according to proclivity
And time of life; the acme
Of all prefaces that takes in every truckload
Of the word.
The Conclusions That We Draw 2.28.2012
General Prefaces; Vaguely About Music; Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
After Last Night 2012
11 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in 2012, circling round baths, vaguely about music Tags: arlene, bathtub, corwin, memory, nbsp, now, success, then
After Last Night
Sitting in the bathtub thinking
What a pity
That the memory
Gets in the way of now.
Last night’s success
Completely gone -
Departed,
Spent absolute.
No substitute.
If time is taken
To think ‘then’
(Just hours ago),
A method
To make then a ‘now’
Without
Losing the moment?
Maybe some can. I can’t.
Yet.
Bath Again 2.8.2012
Bath Book; Vaguely about Music;
Arlene Corwin
Conversation With An Idealess Pianist 2012
02 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
in 2012, the processes II, vaguely about music
Conversation With An Idealess Pianist
Consent to it – it coming through,
With It creating endlessly
In rhythms strange
And structures new,
(Like flakes of snow).
Say, “Nothing’s coming out right now.
I’ll wait and see.
Perhaps tomorrow…
Maybe.”
Out of nowhere,
Chord, phrase, quicker hand -
A pianist to ‘beat the band’
(But not for always) just today,
An increase
Until object,
Target, purpose,
Angle shifts
(It goes in phases)
Once again.
Conversation With An Idealess Pianist 1.23.2012
Vaguely About Music; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin
Because Of Fear 2012
18 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
Because Of Fear
Ruled by fear, he sits at home.
Not out in years
Nor in a dentist’s chair,
Teeth rotting, missing,
Dread of falling down the stairs
(Three or four at his front door)
He sits at home, the TV going
While assuring those he phones
That he’s not really watching.
In an armchair he calls throne
He sits alone,
The throne not king’s –
More beggar/clown.
His drinking’s slowed,
His ‘pot’s expanding;
Cigarettes smell up his pants
And everything else in the house.
The legs go like an old, old man’s -
Weakened by disuse.
A man who once had perfect pitch,
Once in demand by groups and bands,
Perfect ‘time’, his bass sublime;
Those gifted hands
Have stopped, a clock unwound.
He’ll never wind it up again
Unless a wonder intercedes.
He needs
a miracle.
Because Of Fear 1.10.2012
Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
A Work In Progress 2011
04 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in 2011, definitely didactic, pure nakedness, the processes II, vaguely about music
A Work In Progress
Art is that,
Poetry, piano jazz:
All works in progress.
Friends of mine know that.
I’ve never written, played a piece
I’ve not revised – at least
Each time I’ve sized it up,
Done it twice or thrice or
More, more, more….
An awkward phrase
Needs tempo, elongating, shortening,
Abbreviating – simply wrong.
I once thought, is any artwork finished… ever?’
I still think it never is.
Life perhaps?
Never finished… I would
Like to think it is.
Work-in-progress, always
Where one dares, inspired
By a change
In mind inspired by one better.
Breathing in, metabolizing
Something better
As the letter becomes yours.
Brasher in a quiet way: maybe later in the day,
Observant and articulate,
Alert to nuance new.
Always on the way…
To rainbow’s end, maybe no end,
Restrictions ever loosening,
Never ending progress
That keeps saying “No, not this,
You silly-billy.”
Not advancement but evolvement.
A Work-In-Progress 12.4.2011
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Definitely Didactic; Pure Nakedness; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin
Not An Old Song 2010
07 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, nature of & in reality, vaguely about music
Not An Old Song Grr, to platitudes – like gratitude - That lose their punch, Bunched into ‘The Worn-Out Department of the Brain.’ A lodger lovely and essential; A sweetness liking everything That comes its way; Everything a favor. Twisting, turning, Learning ‘til you find a reason why - (lawyers do – to win the case). In this case, if you’d win it:
To feel grateful every minute. Fresh and cool; Not an old song - A rule. © Not An Old Song 9.15.2010 Nature Of & In Reality; Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
Notes from the Overground: Thoughts On Touring 2010
28 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, our times our culture, the processes creative thinking meditative, the processes:creative, thinking, vaguely about music
Notes from the Overground: Thoughts On Touring
Book, cd, performance, what!
I do not want to tour.
An effort that I could, if forced
But see through the illusions:
All-inclusive energies –
Pushing, meeting, signing,
Introducing, marketing;
Hidden bragging
Sell and spread.
Every night a hotel bed.
That!
Everybody’s doing it.
Television’s full of it:
Reputation in a wink –
They think.
There is no quick.
Success invalid,
Success a pallid despot
With a jealous eye
Towards quick eternity:
We want to be remembered.
It’s genetic – since the days we were Neanderthals
(DNA 3-4%)
Confirmation from the grip, grope, group
That grabs you by the gargling throat.
It’s poetry
That’s fun.
©Notes From the Overground10.18.2010 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Our Times, Our Culture; Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
The Best Jazz Musicians 2010
12 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment
The Best Jazz Musicians
The best jazz instrumentalists I know Don’t like restatement, Don’t repeat. Chord, phrase, tune - Even when the song says do; The best jazzers I know Say no. The best musicians that I hear Use both their ears to vary. Look inside The heart, gene, brain. Is it the thing called soul? The plan often no-plan, The best musicians that I know Belong to Planet’s art form high; Developed, subtle On each plane of creativity.
© The Best Jazz Musicians 9.27.2010 Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
My Genre Is Jazz 2010
10 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
My Genre Is Jazz
My genre jazz
Has
Been since I was…
Temperament
Which bases days,
Their doings
On a ground
Resembling chaos,
Playing ‘round
With themes that show up
Or been planned
From frames that caffeine brings.
Jazz
Is
An improvised
Now-think;
Its idioms infinite as man.
Mine cool, the medium
Piano/voice,
Of course,
The genre jazz
Whose rule is the school,
Whose school is the rule
Of my genre.
© My Genre Is Jazz 8.31.2010 Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
So Much To Do, So Little Time To Do It In* 2010
10 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in 2010, special people special occasions, vaguely about music
So Much To Do, So Little Time To Do It In*
A little man, glass bones disease.
A la Lautrec: two prodigies.
At thirty-six his lungs gave out.
We cried, we would not be consoled.
Prodigious talent
Playing jazz as only he could,
For his best fan – God.
© So Much To Do, So Little Time To Do It In. started 5.9.1999/now6.24.2010A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Special People, Special Occasions; Vaguely About Music; Arlene Corwin
For Michel Petrucciani
