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, August 15, 2019

Overall


August 15, 2010  (I was 65)

Overall
I have no bitches about my britches
I go to Bermuda in my shorts
Capri in my pants
I deer hunt in my buckskins
prance with buffoons in pantaloons
I embrace a waist in hip huggers
spelunk for guano in dungarees
dodge the bull in toreadors and
prod for bivalves in my clam diggers
When smoking weeds in my tweeds
I may be lax in my slacks
but never loose in my tights
in my pedal pushers on my bike
Ever stretching in my sweat pants
and sweating in my stretch pants
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