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, January 18, 2018

Disgusted at the arrogance of the moralist


January 18, 1998  (I was 53)

Disgusted at the arrogance of the moralist
enraged with the smug elitist
surly toward the indecisive
perplexed at the protectors of the unjust
suspicious of the self-satisfied
bored with the indifference of the oblivious lovestruck
frustrated by hysterical paranoid young parents
exasperated by the pained and bashfully withdrawn
I wanna pull the plug on Rosie O’Donnell
put a bullet through Oprah
boil Geraldo in oil
and piss on the best of Jerry Springer
Who are these charlatan
flesh peddling Microsoft
bitches and bastards of the airwaves
Jesus saves product raves
that America obviously craves
Go down Hugh Downs
on Barbara Wahwah’s wah-wah
while waiting for Nicole Browns
and Katos to say
have you had your Juice today?
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