Daily poetry and journal entries from the past 50 years, each from this same date.
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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Sunday, September 30, 2018
Back in the day
Saturday, September 29, 2018
Near the end of LIFE
Friday, September 28, 2018
Minimalism in social survival
Thursday, September 27, 2018
The Intrinsic Connection ‘tween Magic and Evolution
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Street Incident
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Slogans from the 8th Grade Bulletin Board
Monday, September 24, 2018
Quotes from Nikos Kazantzakis, Spiritual Exercises
Sunday, September 23, 2018
At This Junior High School
Saturday, September 22, 2018
Occurrence at Sea
Friday, September 21, 2018
Cabin 89 Sunol
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Life is sacred only in expression
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
you goddamn right I’ve got questions
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
emigration
Monday, September 17, 2018
I climbed the hills last Tuesday knowing
Sunday, September 16, 2018
That man is gone
Saturday, September 15, 2018
I don’t have time to live another life
Friday, September 14, 2018
Buddha Masque #1
Thursday, September 13, 2018
My generation gave the country away
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Slow erosion has a polishing effect
most often never recognized