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, May 24, 2018

Underground Basketball


May 24, 1975  (I was 30)

            Underground Basketball
As the videotape of Abbie Hoffman’s putty nose
was readied at NET, the wild prairie fire
golden state warriors
taught new lessons in cadre effectiveness
in the nation’s capital.  Abbie would say they are
communists whether or not they admit it.
Violent revolution was probably necessary
(Washington’s bullets felled Celtic institutions)
but the warriors’ meditative defense left blank
stares in front of the humming tube;
Abbie dribbled off the courts without a shot.


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