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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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Hollywood in the mid-fifties was to me


from this week in 2014  (I was 69)

Hollywood in the mid-fifties was to me
whatever it had always been a dream
concealed behind studio gates and walls
where some people were chosen to give expression
to worlds imagined recorded and projected
upon the unsuspecting still living in the past
When I left the town diminished rapidly
it having never suspected 
I was exactly what the place needed
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