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, February 21, 2019

Postcards from Hell


February 21, 2014  (I was 69)

Postcards from Hell
You never know exactly where you are
A lot of mirrors and in each a different appearance
yet every one a recognizable reflection

Went to the portrait gallery
Nothing but mug shots

There is a distinction made between
those here for what they did
and those here for what they thought
but no difference is made by that distinction

We hear Oh go to Hell
is a favorite expression among the angels

Sometimes letters get through from above
mostly looking for drugs and alcohol

Finally saw some blue devils
They used to be Eskimos

Darwin used to be here
but he evolved

Things can get out if you can find the border
Thing is there are no definable borders

Screw up here
and you’re born again
  
Here we know
we all shared all guilt
a knowledge of which
those in heaven are ignorant
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