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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Thursday, July 6, 2017

Saroyan’s families have extra-sensory connection


July 6, 2007  (I was 62)

         Saroyan’s families have extra-sensory connection
or super-sensitivity, an amalgamation of the five senses to
create a gestaltic whole more powerful than the sum of them,
and including ancestral sensibilities as well.  All in the family
can hear soulful trumpet sounds blown by a distant brother. 
Ghosts of departed recognitions stand smiling among them. 
Aromas in the wind bring the shiver that indicates the passing
of an angel.  The most tart fruits swallow sweet.  Perspective
of a great wrong done long ago creates irrepressible unity.

         My family is an assortment of disconnections, frayed
wires and sparks flying, cold lines and the smell of blue ozone
in the air.  It often seems to work best left quiet, but that
never happens.  Volatile ideas and our chemistry, catalyst
of the moment, energy is exchanged, heat given off.  Time
and distance widen like a migratory impulse, or like expensive
technology buzzing in webs, and my dumb hand on the switch.

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