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, July 26, 2018

Do first time smokers still laugh


from this week in July, 2017 (I was 72)

...It's been so long I don't know
Do first time smokers still laugh
uncontrollably at the absurdity
the shock of recognizing
preposterous perceptions commonly held
in every philosophical aspect of life
the hypocrisies ethical lapses
need for absolutes and absolution
so suddenly revealed in shameless nakedness 
Back in the day that initial burst of laughter
was first the relief of wondering
am I about to do something stupid
replaced by its opposite and wonderment
that you waited this long to try it 
The laughter of creative possibilities
billowing before us in aspects of artistry
insistent upon our attention
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