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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Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Back on the wheel…


December 11, 1994  (I was 50)

   Back on the wheel…(from Harangutan)
I’ll be back on the wheel again next time
The wheel has been fortune and chance
turned Germany into France
wheel of solar rotation and corporate notation
the wheel of dance
I’ll be back in summer, spring, winter, fall
Back when front turns round and back again
consumer consumed
probably have to poison a few things to become pure
But I will be back on the wheel again
the wheeling arc of the vulture enskyed
later rebirth than the young soldier what died
Good thing I spent all that time in Keewatin
It’ll take a long time in Kona to get me up there again
Heavy iron studded tires
snow tires  Back on again
Back to the vision back to a dream
to a melting pot amalgam of every precious hot metal yet to take the mold
I don’t think there’s a script  Scriptures were written here
But back to the subatomic dialogue of self to Self
back to the sound of the gears of the universe
humming behind the ears

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