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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Saturday, October 10, 2020

Freeklimbers

 

from this week in October, 1986  (I was 41)

 

         Freeklimbers

Freeklimbers measure the boulders of Yosemite

with their bodies as they stretch

as they slide as they hang by one arm

and swing to another hand hold.

No one’s ever seen them except maybe Bigfoot.

Ego-dumb athletes doubt their existence.

Professional climbers scoff insecure disdain.

Freeklimbers treasure the gold of the granite.

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