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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Sunday, May 5, 2019

imagined lyric for “Hawa Dolo” (Ali Farka Touré)


from this week in May, 2016  (I was 71)

imagined lyric for  “Hawa Dolo” (Ali Farka Touré)
   …find the song on YouTube and follow along…

So wild on the loose,  wild on the loose, awhile
a girl on the loose awhile

A wild girl you don’t want to know, now on the loose
a runway, the bridge over, gone away
one astray, couldn’t stay, done runway

So why did she choose, wild on the loose, ask why
a girl on the loose away

The one who, she could run to, we all knew
the one day, she done runway, was to you
She goneway, and we all say, it was you
           
You own what you done that day
We owe what made her runway
Let you run free, not this day
o-ho o- hi, not this day                       
A wild girl, she got lost, on one day

We know no excuse forgives
the life that the wild girl lives
but our abuse earns the noose on this day
You’ll hang high and we’ll sway
A wild girl, she was lost, on one day
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