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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Friday, December 8, 2017

Upon the teachings of Pulin Garg


December 6, 1974  (I was 30)  (forgot to post this 12/6)
           
     Upon the teachings of Pulin Garg
Accept other perceptions of the self
I am this and more
I am the asshole you perceive
and the saint my mother knew
I accept the personage of honest perception
without reservation or obligation
The free ego continues to select its roles
                        *
Walking through Sather Gate
I saw a beautiful young woman
approaching me directly
I stepped up to her
put my arms about her
and kissed her on the lips
suddenly she said
oh you have ruined my experiment
What experiment?
I was advancing straight toward men
counting how many would pass on the right
and how many on the left
but you came straight ahead and kissed me
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