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 14, 2019

Valentines from Hell


February 14, 2014  (I was 69)

Valentines from Hell

At last a place no matter
what you do nobody’s looking
And there is no one to care
             *
No lust unsatisfied
is no lust at all
Appetite alas
requires hunger
            *
A day of debauchery
and mourning
the death of love
            *           
Maid you have made
the repressive
less excessive
          
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