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, September 25, 2020

Slogans from the 8th Grade Bulletin Board

 

September 25 –posted over teaching years

 

    Slogans from the 8th Grade Bulletin Board

Brother, can you paradigm?

If you don’t execute ideas, they die.

Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.

Ignorance is the mother of admiration.

Insanity is hereditary.  You can get it from your kids.

Does war determine who is right or who is left?

Media…sounds like a convention of spiritualists.

That was Zen, this is Tao.

Half a bubble off plumb

When the going gets weird, the weird turn professional

Reality is the refuge of those who lack imagination.

One man’s karma runs over another man’s dogma.

Eat all that you kill.  Love all that you eat.

It is not possible to step into the same river twice.

Water is stationary; earth flows uphill.

That’ll be the day I’ll be skating with the devil!

Never try to teach a pig to sing;

      it wastes your time and frustrates the pig

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