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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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

At one time a line of words


March 5, 2006  (I was 61)

At one time a line of words
would come to my attention
in a tone of potential importance
and I would immediately write it raw
record it where I would encounter it again
or as often examine it then
listening to it
to think of what it might say next
or of what was said before
and to consider how those sounds sounded
Now after many a line of words
potential importance seems to be relative
Words that would not save the world
are relegated to the memory file
where they are easily forgotten or obscured
or absorbed by resounding sounds
and it is the consideration that is lost
the expressive struggle to say what it was
in such a way that another might believe it
or might offer an irresistible revision

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