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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Monday, May 29, 2017

When Oedipus was young


May 29, 1969  (I was 24)

When Oedipus was young
  he probably got a speck
    in his eye and swore
      like anyone else

             song
cut me down to size baby
dash out my eyes baby
I won’t care a bit
as long as you and I will fit
together…together

change me bend me cut out my tongue
no one else can make me feel this young
oh a oh a oh a oh gee whiz
you and I can get right down to bus-
iness together…together -yeh
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