A worthy thing.

         Your Style

Do a one thing long enough,
Often enough;
You will see a style come forth.
Identifiable as your style,
Pattern coming from within
Your structure as a whole.

But line that guides
Lays undiscovered  
Till the inner person,
His or ‘her’ son finds their role.

Back to style in art or dress:
Deep in, steeped in your nature
It unrolls, unfolds in stature
Till its maturation shows.

The key:
Repeat the thing you love to do -
The mode you cannot do without.
A theme, a form, a fashion’s look -
Test and smile, for all the while
You can look forward to a style.

Your Style 6.7.2020 Pure Nakedness II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin

It’s Always A Long Road

It has been said,
It is a long, long road ahead
To where you want the road to lead,
The bed you lie in’s one you’ve made.

Not glad to be pedestrian,
Let’s hope that what you want is of significance,
The highest of your competence.

How easily we’re pleased with less;
The choice that leads from bad to worse.
Tychism’s doctrine* has its flaws;
Life not just chance and not just chaos.
Things have causes and effects
Projecting further cause/effects.

With little place for accidental luck
Or good/bad providential fluke.
It’s what you do with what’s been given
That’s the recipe for living.

In the visibly explicable,
Choice is faintly recognizable.
The road will never fail to be a trail
That defies portrayal.

It’s Always A Long Road 2.5.2020 Circling Round Experience; Definitely Didactic II; Arlene Nover Corwin

*Tychism: the doctrine that account must be taken of the element of chance in reasoning or explanation of the universe

Living With Three Fingers

You become:
More concentrated,
Slower,
Focussed, isolating body parts
As act demands.

One might maintain
IQ is raised, synapses sewn;
New cells in charge,
Not barging in
But chemically presenting selves
With means, new paths that swath
New clumsiness
In cloths of velvet.

Life imagined as a hell
Is well behaved instead,
The head collected,
Body following its lead.

Underneath,
And one can only speculate,
There is a will -
Quite silent, still,
But still a powered character its own.

Achievements shown, talents done
Through ‘fingers three,’
You still are you - will always be.
And from this moment, ‘finger free’.

Living With Three Fingers 6.4.2020 Circling Round Experience; Pure Nakedness II; Arlene Nover Corwin

A Nose In My Ear, Or Ageing Love Song

Watching morning TV,
Eating late – toast, egg and coffee,
He leans in and nuzzles me.
(A funny word: to nose-el,
And a funny feel.)
Have you ever had a nose in ear?
You can no longer hear –
Not for that second, it somewhat vexatious,
Nonetheless, a candy and ridiculous,
And  yes, oh, yes, a sugared kiss.
It was and is.
A Nose In My Ear 1.13.2013/revamped 6.3.2020
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Circling Round Eros II; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin

Thinking Clearly

Simply trying to think clearly -
Times and destiny against me;
Not alone, it is we all.
A world of digits and addiction,
New temptations,
It admittedly an effort,
Tiny hippocampus shrinking ever.

Worlds and words that curl around reality
Like smoke from chimney.
Chronicles of global sadness,
Headlined news chronically bad.
A world of digits and statistics of a world on fire,
World that cultivates desire.
Ergo,
Ego mine is trying, as a consequence,
To change the sequence.
No veneer or scornful sneer.
Pensive, clear, fully sincere -
Harder probably, than ever.

Thinking Clearly 6.18.2017/revised 2.25.2020; again 6.2.2020
Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin

Letting Go

First of June,
Which he’ll recall many a moon.
He, jazz pianist, pensive, listener,
Chanced to hear a fellow player.
As can happen
A conveyer, lightening-like
Strikes home and he’s a freer man!
The improvisor
Comes out wiser.
Something in the sound’s approach,
It simplified but still cohesive,
Has adhered, become adhesive
And a coach.

“Listen here!”, and sitting down,
The chord an old but fresher sound;
Change but subtle
There is no need for a rebuttal.
He’s been transformed. It, simply so,
By listening to the radio!.

Was it the tune or was it he
On the brink of some new potency?
Synchronicity?
Serendipity?
Gift from heaven, as they say?
Anyway, he’s found the sound by letting go.
With years ahead to work through to…we never know.

Yes, never know exactly how
The whole will play out.

Letting Go 6.1.2020 Vaguely About Music; Arlene Nover Corwin

How The Brain Works

It loves detail, first of all.
Generalities do not excite it.
Non-specifics, loose and vague
Give no delight,
Carry no weight,
It wants the truth.

If body’s trained, or has within it energy,
The tendency to move with speed,
The lovely brain transforms each need,
Breaks down each fact as act
To fit into its aim,
Which movement may or may not have a name;
Duty, task, procedure, chore
Undertaking taken for no more than fun.

Endearing brain loves to explore,
Take on itself the new untried.
It has a visionary side inside
That keeps it fresh and beautiful:
A purposeful conception, not by half,
A dutiful creation in itself.

Talents, gifts, its origin
Non-convention its beginnings.
Gem potential when you get it,
Plastic and experimental if you let it.
It holds to the good lifelong,
Yet treated wrongly values wrong.
Born to serve each one on earth
It is the gain of endless worth.

Amused, confused oh, reader dear?
Come near to this cerebral matter,
Leave the life of nattering,
Chit-chattering.
Live to see what really matters.
Train.
It’s all there in the brain.

Addendum:
There are things I did not cover,
Could not cover: will; willpower.
Brain likes detail.
Unconcerned by big and small,
What is and is not trivial,
Import (to it) all the same:
Detached neutrality its other name.

How The Brain Works 5.30.2020 Definitely Didactic II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin