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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Wednesday, October 12, 2016

More of my answers to literary questions


October 12, 2015  (I was 70)

         More of my answers to literary questions
W.P. Kinsella:  You don’t even know what you done back there do you?
     I may not know what I done, but I knew enough to leave
Nikos Kazantzakis:  Why so tight-fisted?
     Don’t want anyone to read my palm
Robert S. DeRopp:  What is the greatest thing you can experience?
     I’ll let you know when it happens
Gerald Haslam:  You calling me a liar now?
     There’s so much you don’t know I wouldn’t call your guesses lies
Graham Greene:  You hate him a lot?
     Lucky I don’t know enough hate to quantify
Anton Chekhov:  What are you waiting for?
     Waiting for Ferlinghetti to finish his list
The Bible:  And from what people are you?
     The O.T. is all about that
The WWW:  What one memory would you retain beyond life?
     Skating in the dark under a drifting snowfall

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