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, January 30, 2018

Whenever -song


January 30, 1977  (I was 32)   
-third verse added 1/8/17

            Whenever  -song
Whenever you walk out the door
it’s me that’s gone
I’d cross the line if I knew
the side you’re on
I’m blind, resigned
don’t know what I can do
See too much when I start lookin’
Babe, I been lookin’ at you

Whenever I talk to you darlin’
I get told
I’m not talkin’ about the weather
I’m talkin’ cold
I’ve left, deaf
Don’t need the report from you
Hear too much when I start listenin’
a wind blowing nothing new
           
Whenever I remember you
so much I forget
the failure and the pain
the emotional debt
I know I’ve lost touch
With all that I’ve felt
I’m not sure that it matters much
It’s part of the deal to get dealt

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