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 6, 2020

Paineful Song

 

November 6, 1967  (I was 22)

 

         Paineful Song

Thomas Tyme and brother Tim

soled shoes and sold shoes

SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.

That man came to buy

the shoes sold soled and guaranteed,

but before he bought

he thought Tim ought

to wear one out ot see

that he would not

after he bought

need to ply the guarantee.

So Tim tried one

and Tom the other.

Their trials made no holes,

and from that day

their shingle did say

These are the Tymes

That try mens’ soles

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