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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Friday, March 22, 2019

Air Play


from this week in March, 1976  (I was 31)

Air Play
sitting in the studio longing
egg cartons stapled to the ceiling
listening to the tapes again
damning the fidelity
praying for air play
everybody’s gotta have air play
all we really need is air play

Diving from planes like bombs
We had to have a note from our moms
saying it was alright
she gave her permission
for us to have air play
air play air play
How can you open your chute
if you don’t have air play

Maybe the mikes are weak
but the voice is cutting
even on the tapes
through all this smoke
you can hear it it’s there
Programmer give us air play
air play air play
We deserve and demand air play
Who gives you the air play
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