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, February 22, 2017

humility


February 22, 1975  (I was 30)

         humility
I walked out of the woods
(if you can believe it)
and no one seemed to notice
(it had been a significant decision)
A few said they hadn’t seen me
but did not ask where I’d been

If you want them to know
you have to tell them yourself
I decided and could not find words
I wandered into pick-up games of basketball
being not tall and the communication
was as with the trees
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