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Always In Preparation #2 (a rather long simplification) Always in preparation for an interview: What will I answer? Never know. - What do I like? do things I do, the way I do? - Write poetry, play jazz, do yoga? Body/mind my mental window in my mental interview: And I must justify it all. Some germ, some theme begins the whole: The technical; word hurdles When I write or sing; All challenging, Performing, writing or just doing. T’ween two covers it’s official; Everything grist-for-the-mill, I’ll likely publish ‘til I’m still. No special motive winks or flirts, No motive hides behind my skirts - My ears hear musically, It all comes naturally, substance counting most; Not tricks, not formulae, cliché - If there’s a Corwin idiom It’s in the DNA. I work out tunes, -out poetry, -out ****** The mind works out spontaneously, I (wherever I is to be found) give in, give form, Substance from-and-in the frame. In short, I paint myself into a box And creep around Until some [final] satisfaction binds. A futile paradox: To clarify and satisfy The interview, But there am I, Always in preparation. Always In Preparation 7.6.2014 Pure Nakedness; The Processes: Creative, Thinking,Meditative II; revised 11.21.2017 Arlene Corwin
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
Always In Preparation #2
Always In Preparation #2 (a rather long simplification) Always in preparation for an interview: What will I answer? Never know. - What do I like? do things I do, the way I do? - Write poetry, play jazz, do yoga? Body/mind my mental window in my mental interview: And I must justify it all. Some germ, some theme begins the whole: The technical; word hurdles When I write or sing; All challenging, Performing, writing or just doing. T’ween two covers it’s official; Everything grist-for-the-mill, I’ll likely publish ‘til I’m still. No special motive winks or flirts, No motive hides behind my skirts - My ears hear musically, It all comes naturally, substance counting most; Not tricks, not formulae, cliché - If there’s a Corwin idiom It’s in the DNA. I work out tunes, -out poetry, -out ****** The mind works out spontaneously, I (wherever I is to be found) give in, give form, Substance from-and-in the frame. In short, I paint myself into a box And creep around Until some [final] satisfaction binds. A futile paradox: To clarify and satisfy The interview, But there am I, Always in preparation. Always In Preparation 7.6.2014 Pure Nakedness; The Processes: Creative, Thinking,Meditative II; revised 11.21.2017 Arlene Corwin
I tinker all the endlessy.
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Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC
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