I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Friday, July 8, 2016

Casino del La Selva, Cuernavaca


July 8, 1988  (I was 43)

Casino del La Selva, Cuernavaca
Lomatil antibiotics Pepto Bismol sixteen hours sleep
Trips to the toilet and sink become more infrequent
This didn’t used to happen
but it is difficult to maintain past splendors
The concrete Aztec pyramid at the pool has chipped paint
It is missing a few tiles and some sculptures are damaged
The Diego Rivera murals are faded
Still everything is authentic in old Mexico
Antiquity gets bigger everyday
Old plumbing is subject to occasional leakage
Restoration is impossible
replacement changes the character
and authenticity is the goal of our age.
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