Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Arlene Corwin writes

Now & Then, How I Miss…

I practice living the Now.
But now and then
I miss the old Arlene 
Who had ten
Who could play arpeggios 
With ease:
Adagios, capriccios,

Un-nostalgic, chanced to see
And old Youtube of Arlene-me 
Singing, playing“All God’s Chillun” speedily,
Gleeful, musical and jazzy.
Wound up teary-eyed.

With just three left to play with:
Thumb and index on the left, only lonely thumb the right,
Filled with weakness
I can play a swinging bass 
With Monk-like dissonance between,
The right thumb not at all a small dumb finger.

The trick will be to sow creativeness anew.,
Augment, stretch, grow and not go into
Any other place than Now
(if Now at all can be referred to 
                                        as a ‘place’.
I rather think of it as space).

In any case,
I was a little sad today;
The old Arlene who cannot play
The way she used to,
Caused by nature’s vagary.

Dear reader, please forget  
This sentimental, reminiscent “…How I Miss…” 
A useless business at the very least.*
*Arlene Corwin collapsed on August 3rd, 2019. In a coma for a month, when she awoke, there were 4 fingers missing on the right hand, 3 half fingers on the left, and two catheters in one kidney. The cause: Blood poisoning or sepsis (from the ‘sepin’ make rotten). After two months she was home. Muscles shrunken, walking with help she began a regime of sit-ups, pushups, yoga…and using every object in the house as tool now is fully flexible and growing stronger with each day. But the hands, those hands…We’ll see what happens.

1 comment:

  1. "Chillun" is an old-fashioned dialect word for "children." "All God's Chillun Got Wings" is a Negro spiritual that insisted that "All God's Chillun" had a robe, wings, a harp, and shoes. It inspired the title of Eugene O'Neill's 1924 play about miscegenation. In 1937 Walter Jurmann, Gus Kahn, and Bronisław Kaper (who were all immigrants to the US) composed "All God's Chillun Got Rhythm" for Ivie Anderson to perform in the Marx Brothers film "A Day at the Races."

    Chillun', listen here to me
    This is my philosophy
    To see me through the day
    To scare my cares away

    All God's Chillun Got Rhythm
    All God's Chillun got swing
    Maybe haven't got money
    Maybe haven't got shoes
    All God's Chillun Got Rhythm
    For to push away the blues

    All God's Chillun got trouble
    Trouble don't mean a thing
    When they start to go ho ho ho de ho
    Troubles bound to go 'way, say!
    All God's Chillun Got Swing.


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