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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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

When you see Art, thank it


July 4, 2013  (I was 68)

When you see Art, thank it
Never knew how independent I was
until I realized how detached I am
I’m not big on trying to entertain the unknown
I need reasons to meet the new
and I don’t know many good ones
Mr. Palomar has three perspectives
sensory description societal experience
and cosmic speculation  I have only two
There is not much societal interaction
that I would not reduce to the lowest denominator
Most conversation could be trimmed by half
Half again if you eliminate the stories
everyone has already heard
If it were not for bullshit this would be
a very quiet country and that fits in
with the two perspectives Palomar and I share
I am familiar with practiced sensory inventory
and a sort of frantic meditative contemplation
of an existence beyond the stars
Within that elusive unity I am independent
and today is my day
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