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, January 18, 2017

Admire the Wisdom of the Ostrich


January 18, 2017  (I was 72)

Note to readers re posts dated January 18 through January 21:
All my previous posts had aged from one to fifty years before surfacing here.  My own age and recent disposition necessitates an impetuous risk to un-cask this recent vintage of items all written within the past fume months.  Their topicality seems insistent.

Admire the Wisdom of the Ostrich
I’m not going to pay attention
until everything is great again
I’ve been told it won’t be long
If that’s true that’ll be great
Having been enlightened long ago
this time I’ll just wait to be liberated

When the country is great again
I will be fourteen again
If it is really great I will know then
what I know now
I’ll make great decisions in hindsight
not change a thing that affects me not
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