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<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Arlene Corwin’s Open-Ended Biography</p>
<p></span>(10.3.2007 updated 10.24.2007 updated 1.3.2008; updated December 15, 2009)</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Early Life</p>
<p></span>Started studying piano age 8. Studied voice at the famous 1650 Broadway with ‘coach’ Matty Levine. Did a little recording at aged 10 in <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Nola Studios</span>. (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.</p>
<p>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 <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Symphony Sid,</span> jazz disc jockey whose late night show originated from <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Birdland,</span> she awakened to jazz, listening to the late night show &#8220;under my blanket&#8221;. &#8220;A turning point&#8221;, she says. (Well before &#8220;Lullaby of Birdland&#8221; 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 (&#8220;slipping in on a banana peel when the singer got sick&#8221;) in a Brooklyn nightclub singing with a group. &#8220;Mom and dad chaperoned, of course&#8221;.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">1950s</span></strong> </p>
<p>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. &#8220;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.&#8221; 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 <span style="text-decoration:underline;">High School of Music &amp; Art</span> as a harpist.She graduated from Music &amp; Art getting a scholarship to <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Hofstra College</span> as a music major.</p>
<p>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 &#8220;The Slim Gaillard Show&#8221;. 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.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Early Influences</p>
<p></span>In 1954, on the day she ought to have been attending her college graduation, she married <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Bob Corwin</span>, a 21-year-old jazz pianist with the <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Don Elliot Quartet</span>. 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 <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Helen Merrill</span> at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">George Wein’s</span> Storyville in Boston, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Terry Gibbs</span> <span style="text-decoration:underline;">and Illinois Jacquet</span> in Detroit, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Bill Evans</span>, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Cy Coleman,</span> <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Bernard Peiffer</span>, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Tal Farlowe,Johnny Smith</span> <span style="text-decoration:underline;">John Mehagan</span> and <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Billy Taylor</span> (who had also performed at the Turf) at the sophisticated Composer in Manhattan. &#8221; It was also a chance to see and listen to other singers of the day. New York was marvelous in those days. I saw <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Peggy Lee</span> at Basin Street, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Blossom Dearie</span> at Trudy’s in the village<span style="text-decoration:underline;">, Oscar Peterson</span>, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Marian McPartland</span> at the Hickory House, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Sheila Jordan,</span> <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Morgana King</span>. It was THE university for me. I was introduced to <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Tony Fruscella</span>, 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 &amp; 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.&#8221;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Hanging Around Manhattan; Not This, Not That…</p>
<p></span>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: <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Tommy Dorsey’s Orchestra</span> under the leadership of <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Warren Covington</span>, <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Claude Thornhill </span>and <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Larry Sonn.</span></p>
<p>&#8220;When you hang around New York all kinds of opportunities show up&#8221;. And so, she got a leading role in a B film called &#8220;Jukebox Racket’, wrote the score for another B film called, at the time &#8220;She Should Have Stayed In Bed&#8221;, later to be called ‘1,000 Shapes Of A Female: see IDMB (the company, called Exploit Films was owned by Errol Flynn &#8220;tall, big in every way, veins on his face, but exuding old world charm&#8221; He was quite, quite overwhelming.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then there was a bit part in John Cassavetes &#8220;Shadows&#8221;, followed by the lead in what has become a cult ‘beat’ musical called &#8220;The Nervous Set&#8221; by Fran and Jay Landesman where she introduced the now-standards &#8220;Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most and &#8220;Ballad Of The Sad Young Men&#8221;, both subsequently recorded by Ella Fitzgerald, Shirley Bassey and numberless major artists. She studied acting with Joshua Shelley. &#8220;It was a time to find out who and what I was. &#8220;I was definitely not an actress. I was too introverted and none of those clothes fit&#8221; she says.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">More Influences and more Not This, Not That…</p>
<p></span>In 1959 she met <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Johnny Burke</span> (<span style="text-decoration:underline;">Burke &amp; Van Heusen</span>) who took her under his wing, taking her to Hollywood to demonstrate his show &#8220;Donnybrook&#8221; for Rosalind Russell and husband, producer Frederick Brisson &#8220;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.&#8221;</p>
<p>All the while she returned to the intimacy of New York supper clubs. They were the bottom line, singing and playing.</p>
<p>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. &#8220;Wherever I went they’d say, &#8220;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. &#8221; (She too was signed with Glazer.)</p>
<p>Although published by Frank Publishing (owned by composer Frank Loesser) years later she asked for the songs back because &#8220;nothing happened.&#8221; &#8220;It was a period of promise, a period I was not equipped to fulfill&#8221;.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">1960s-1970s</p>
<p></span>In 1962 it was back to Hollywood with Al Weissman and high hopes. &#8220;I had some jobs, but never in my genre.&#8221; Back to New York. A little jaunt of songwriting with singer Dick Haymes. A short marriage of four months to Richard Robin Palmer.</p>
<p>Greece, Lebanon, Greece, Oxford &#8211; Yoga &amp; Jazz</p>
<p>In 1966, by way of Paris, Greece (where she and husband Jim Council were neighbors with Leonard Cohen and Marianne) and Lebanon, &#8220;where I actually managed to do some television, singing jazz&#8221;, she settled in Oxford, England for the next 18 years, teaching yoga,(&#8220;lectured and demonstrated in what must have been a hundred Women’s Insitutes, posed for one of the very first health magazines called Health &amp; 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&#8221;) 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 &#8220;In The Cool Of The Evening&#8221;, radio for BBC overseas, was invited over to Amsterdam to do Dutch radio, sang at universities around England, (&#8220;one night opposite Pink Floyd, &#8220;who were just starting out, I suppose&#8221;), the American air bases.</p>
<p>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 – &#8220;a wonderful</p>
<p>yogin&#8221;). The Wavendon All-Music Plan, later known simply as WAP &#8220;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.&#8221;</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">1980s to now.</p>
<p></span>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 &#8220;Live With Good Intentions&#8221; an online magazine.</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Still growing, still changing</p>
<p></span>The latest news &#8211; 2009 and 25 years later, aged 75: a cd of her own songs for <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Imogen Records</span> produced <span style="text-decoration:underline;">by George Reece,</span> a concert of <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Johnny Mercer</span> to commemorate his 100th birthday, poetry grown to 2000 poems (see <strong><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Arlene Corwin Poetry</span>). </strong></p>
<p>2009 finds her favorite project on Google called Arlene Corwin’s Poetry, a project that started in 1949 or about 2,000 poems ago.</p>
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Five minutes on my head,
Five minutes with the bird.
Five minutes doing crunches.
Five to dust whatever’s there.
When counting up the fives and tens,
The day’s been spun
And lot’s been done:
Three meals made,
The dishes washed,
A song been played,
The cat been fed,
Phrases worked,
A poem started
Computer sited…
Each a center,
Filled, full freedom.
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<p>Five minutes on my head,</p>
<p>Five minutes with the bird.</p>
<p>Five minutes doing crunches.</p>
<p>Five to dust whatever’s there.</p>
<p>When counting up the fives and tens,</p>
<p>The day’s been spun</p>
<p>And lot’s been done:</p>
<p>Three meals made,</p>
<p>The dishes washed,</p>
<p>A song been played,</p>
<p>The cat been fed,</p>
<p>Phrases worked,</p>
<p>A poem started</p>
<p>Computer sited…</p>
<p>Each a center,</p>
<p>Filled, full freedom.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">© Five Minutes Of This 12.3.2009 Definitely Didactic;  Arlene Corwin</p>
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		<title>Out Of Nothing Something 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:26:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[           Out Of Nothing Something
You’re planning to put out a book.
Uncertain, insecure,
It is your trial run –
Experiment you hope succeeds
(the meaning of ‘succeeds’: what is it?)
Will it influence, teach, help?
Preface in your head, you write a thousand times.
Prelude, prologue. It defends. It justifies.
Volume thick?
(who wants to read a thousand poems?)
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">           Out Of Nothing Something</p>
<p>You’re planning to put out a book.</p>
<p>Uncertain, insecure,</p>
<p>It is your trial run –</p>
<p>Experiment you hope succeeds</p>
<p>(the meaning of ‘<em>succeeds</em>’: what is it?)</p>
<p>Will it influence, teach, help?</p>
<p>Preface in your head, you write a thousand times.</p>
<p>Prelude, prologue. It defends. It justifies.</p>
<p>Volume thick?</p>
<p>(who wants to read a thousand poems?)</p>
<p>To show that out of nothing came</p>
<p>a something; empty-headed at the start,</p>
<p>You want to show development, an evolution.</p>
<p>At the base is vanity.</p>
<p>Which of us wants to admit</p>
<p>That Solomon was right.</p>
<p>At the base of publication</p>
<p>Is a fight. And so you’re writing</p>
<p>And deciding.</p>
<p>There is one thing that you know:</p>
<p>Out of nothing came a something.</p>
<p>That alone seems worth the dare.</p>
<p><font size="2"> </p>
<p></font></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">© Out Of Nothing Something 12.14.2009Circling Round Vanities; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
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		<title>Yuri’s Day 2008</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 18:09:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[               Yuri’s Day
There’s a conifer called Kauri
(rhymes with Yuri)
growing only
In New Zealand.
Finished up &#8211; old business; name
On everybody’s lips.
Tonight, you trip
The lights fantastic: your day to sparkle.
Afterwards,
The spark will follow.
You’ll pursue your dreaming glow.
Today, tonight a past
Is winding up.
After, time will find
Your groove:
Your cosmic groove
To prove your worth.
Who knows? You may save the earth
Single-handed.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">               Yuri’s Day</p>
<p>There’s a conifer called Kauri</p>
<p>(rhymes with Yuri)</p>
<p>growing only</p>
<p>In New Zealand.</p>
<p>Finished up &#8211; old business; name</p>
<p>On everybody’s lips.</p>
<p>Tonight, you trip</p>
<p>The lights fantastic: your day to sparkle.</p>
<p>Afterwards,</p>
<p>The spark will follow.</p>
<p>You’ll pursue your dreaming glow.</p>
<p>Today, tonight a past</p>
<p>Is winding up.</p>
<p>After, time will find</p>
<p>Your groove:</p>
<p>Your cosmic groove</p>
<p>To prove your worth.</p>
<p>Who knows? You may save the earth</p>
<p>Single-handed.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">©Yuri’s Day 6.6.2008</p>
<p>Special People, Special Occasions;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
<p>　</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:x-small;"> </p>
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		<title>Sudden Death 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:47:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arlenecorwin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[             Sudden Death
Dropping dead
Smack in the middle
Of a sentence
Or a dance
Is blessed &#8211; I think;
Light to darkness in a wink,
Then on to who-knows-where?
It’s best to get your issues cleared
Long, long before.
Though never knowing where you’re going,
Never lingering
Sounds grand. Be glad
When hearing about he or she
Who went quick-quick.
For your and everybody’s sake,
Make ready.
© Sudden Death 11.25.2009
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><div><span style="font-size:x-small;">             Sudden Death</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:x-small;">Dropping dead</span></div>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;">Smack in the middle</p>
<p>Of a sentence</p>
<p>Or a dance</p>
<p>Is blessed &#8211; I think;</p>
<p>Light to darkness in a wink,</p>
<p>Then on to who-knows-where?</p>
<p>It’s best to get your issues cleared</p>
<p>Long, long before.</p>
<p>Though never knowing where you’re going,</p>
<p>Never lingering</p>
<p>Sounds grand. Be glad</p>
<p>When hearing about he or she</p>
<p>Who went quick-quick.</p>
<p>For your and everybody’s sake,</p>
<p>Make ready.</p>
<div><span style="font-size:xx-small;">© Sudden Death 11.25.2009</span></div>
<div><span style="font-size:xx-small;">Birth, Death &amp; In Between; Circling Round Energy;</span></div>
<p></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">Arlene Corwin</p>
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		<title>A la Jane Austin 2002/04/05/06</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:22:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arlenecorwin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2002]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[2004]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[2005]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[2006]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[               A la Jane Austin
I understand the modern man
I understand a la Jane Austin.
I know his concentration
Needs more snippets than long episodes,
His mental station gone awry.
I know the reason why, and I
Take heed, belonging to this restless breed.
I have a sense of when to stop.
Not stooping to the popular,
Since instincts tell me ‘when’,
And by the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arlenecorwin.wordpress.com&blog=5174737&post=2813&subd=arlenecorwin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">               A la Jane Austin</p>
<p>I understand the modern man</p>
<p>I understand a la Jane Austin.</p>
<p>I know his concentration</p>
<p>Needs more snippets than long episodes,</p>
<p>His mental station gone awry.</p>
<p>I know the reason why, and I</p>
<p>Take heed, belonging to this restless breed.</p>
<p>I have a sense of when to stop.</p>
<p>Not stooping to the popular,</p>
<p>Since instincts tell me ‘when’,</p>
<p>And by the time the pen</p>
<p>Has filled A4,</p>
<p>I’d better not have one word more;</p>
<p>The mind-throat must be stilled.</p>
<p>The one-page reader won’t turn over.</p>
<p>Paradoxically, he’s buying longer books then ever.</p>
<p>The novella’s gone to hell, as well as</p>
<p>Rhyme and metered time.</p>
<p>Did I say I understood it,</p>
<p>This phenomenon modern?</p>
<p>I’m part of it. I know that much.</p>
<p>I am in touch with modern mind –</p>
<p>The search to find a higher truth,</p>
<p>Ponce de Leon’s search for youth,</p>
<p>The need for speed as well as silence.</p>
<p>I am there to understand the head and tail,</p>
<p>The ego frail, its longing for a holy grail.</p>
<p>I understand the hand that writes</p>
<p>To finish when A4 runs out.</p>
<p>A discipline from doubt or drought</p>
<p>That comes from having modern man’s eternal heart.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">©A la Jane Austin 8.6.2002/3.16.2004/11.4.2005/2006</p>
<p>Our Times, Our Culture; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:x-small;">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>　</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:x-small;">　</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>　</p>
<p></span></p>
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		<title>It Is A Fear, I Know 2008</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:15:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[           It Is A Fear, I Know
It is a fear, I know –
A way of handling sickness unto death:
&#8220;I always wanted to lose weight
And wear a wig.&#8221;
A line. A throwaway;
A kind of superstition.
If I say it, it won’t happen –
And it hasn’t happened yet.
My threatened conscious keeps preparing,
Frightened, daring –
Daring fate/daring-bold.
Hate the notion -
Keeping destiny [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=arlenecorwin.wordpress.com&blog=5174737&post=2809&subd=arlenecorwin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">           It Is A Fear, I Know</p>
<p>It is a fear, I know –</p>
<p>A way of handling sickness unto death:</p>
<p>&#8220;I always wanted to lose weight</p>
<p>And wear a wig.&#8221;</p>
<p>A line. A throwaway;</p>
<p>A kind of superstition.</p>
<p>If I say it, it won’t happen –</p>
<p>And it hasn’t happened yet.</p>
<p>My threatened conscious keeps preparing,</p>
<p>Frightened, daring –</p>
<p>Daring fate/daring-bold.</p>
<p>Hate the notion -</p>
<p>Keeping destiny on hold</p>
<p>with joke.</p>
<p>It’s all about acceptance –</p>
<p>That’s what it is all about.</p>
<p>It is a fear, I know.</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">© It Is A Fear, I Know 1.15.2008</p>
<p>Birth, Death &amp; In Between; I is Always You Is We; A Sense Of The Ridiculous;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:x-small;">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>　</p>
<p>　</p>
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		<title>I Call You You 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 19:35:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[            I Call You You
I call you You
Because I have and need to,
You are not a You
But It,
And yet,
I am not ready for
A God non-living
And must think of you as loving.
With a light that’s always on
I ought to let you in.
I’m not prepared,
The Highest much too far away
And threatening,
And scary.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">            I Call You <em>You</em></p>
<p>I call you <em>You</em></p>
<p>Because I have and need to,</p>
<p>You are not a <em>You</em></p>
<p>But <em>It,</em></p>
<p>And yet,</p>
<p>I am not ready for</p>
<p>A God non-living</p>
<p>And must think of you as loving.</p>
<p>With a light that’s always on</p>
<p>I ought to let you in.</p>
<p>I’m not prepared,</p>
<p>The Highest much too far away</p>
<p>And threatening,</p>
<p>And scary.</p>
<p><font size="2">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p></font></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">© I Call You <em>You </em>5.23.2009God Book; To The Child Mystic;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
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<p><span style="font-size:x-small;">　</p>
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		<title>Finding Yourself Is An Alphabetic Answer #2 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 19:31:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arlenecorwin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[2009]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[circling round reality]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[           Finding Yourself Is An Alphabetic Answer #2
Finding yourself is
An alphabetic answer:
Beginning beatification,
Continuing clarification,
A dance with dualism,
Existential experience,
Falling to fruitfulness,
Grading your gifts,
Honing your honesty,
Idealism to iconoclasm,
Joining of Jack and Jill,
Kindling kindness,
Leaning to love,
Milking the mind,
Not this/that but now,
Ownerless owning,
Power in purity,
Questioning,
Reminding and remaining,
Sticking to sense,
Taming and trying,
Utilizing your urges,
Venturing into vegetarianism,
Wrestling with wrong,
Xenophilic,
Zenlike zest.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">           Finding Yourself Is An Alphabetic Answer #2</p>
<p>Finding yourself is</p>
<p>An alphabetic answer:</p>
<p>Beginning beatification,</p>
<p>Continuing clarification,</p>
<p>A dance with dualism,</p>
<p>Existential experience,</p>
<p>Falling to fruitfulness,</p>
<p>Grading your gifts,</p>
<p>Honing your honesty,</p>
<p>Idealism to iconoclasm,</p>
<p>Joining of Jack and Jill,</p>
<p>Kindling kindness,</p>
<p>Leaning to love,</p>
<p>Milking the mind,</p>
<p>Not this/that but now,</p>
<p>Ownerless owning,</p>
<p>Power in purity,</p>
<p>Questioning,</p>
<p>Reminding and remaining,</p>
<p>Sticking to sense,</p>
<p>Taming and trying,</p>
<p>Utilizing your urges,</p>
<p>Venturing into vegetarianism,</p>
<p>Wrestling with wrong,</p>
<p>Xenophilic,</p>
<p>Zenlike zest.</p>
<p><font size="2">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p></font></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">© Finding Yourself Is 4.18.2009A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Reality;</p>
<p>I Is Always You Is We; To The Child Mystic;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
<p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>　</p>
<p>　</p>
<p>　</p>
<p>　</p>
<p>　</p>
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		<title>Every Little Bit Helps #2 2009</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 19:13:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arlenecorwin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[           Every Little Bit Helps #2
Always in transition,
If phases of the phrases
Fall into cliches,
Today’s cliché: ‘every little bit’
Assists the push’,
Meaning that there is no rush.
Sitting up in bed, (bookcase beside)
Pressing arm against a shelf:
A tricep boosted,
Fat reduced –
The whole a little tighter,
And a lighter
Day for me.
See?

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><span style="font-size:x-small;">           Every Little Bit Helps #2</p>
<p>Always in transition,</p>
<p>If phases of the phrases</p>
<p>Fall into cliches,</p>
<p>Today’s cliché: ‘every little bit’</p>
<p>Assists the push’,</p>
<p>Meaning that there is no rush.</p>
<p>Sitting up in bed, (bookcase beside)</p>
<p>Pressing arm against a shelf:</p>
<p>A tricep boosted,</p>
<p>Fat reduced –</p>
<p>The whole a little tighter,</p>
<p>And a lighter</p>
<p>Day for me.</p>
<p>See?</p>
<p><font size="2">
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p></font></span><span style="font-size:xx-small;">©Every Little Bit Helps #2 9.15.2009Circling Round Energy; I Is Always You Is We;</p>
<p>Arlene Corwin</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p><span style="font-size:x-small;">　</p>
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