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, December 12, 2019

Blues Song


December 12, 1976  (I was 32)
                 
         Blues Song
You know and I know
we both know now
we don’t have time for
the shit comin’ down

This day’s goin’
that one’s gone
If we ask how long we’ve been here
we’ve been here too long

I see and you see
we don’t see eye to eye
I look at the ground
you look in the sky

From that room to this
we don’t even talk
Meeting in the doorway
your touch is a shock

This life is goin’
that one is gone
How long have we been here
We been here too long
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