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, November 8, 2019

Can’t excuse my hiding from the muse


November 8, 2011  (I was 66)   

Can’t excuse my hiding from the muse
jes petering around
O’tooling around the bush
jes jazzing around
wanderin a garden with John Gardner
meta-fictionally speaking in dialect
trying on shoes sitting clueless
sitting shoeless trying on clues
jes jazzing around
The muse spews rhymes from his pocket
talks it like he was made of em
can abuse booze lose it and snooze
read news of contrary views
acute or obtuse
strain sinews
putting the screws to delusion
the fuse in confusion
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