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, January 29, 2021

It Don’t Need a Priority

 

from this week in 1976  (I was 31)

 

         It Don’t Need a Priority

The horse is attached to the cart,

impetus and payload.

Just because it ain’t overturned yet

don’t mean it won’t.

One hoof in a gopher hole

and there it goes like a thirty-year old bomb,

apples all over the road.

 

There it is; the crop is already sold.

Impetus and payload, what can happen will.

It don’t matter;

assuredly the broker is a dead man.

What’s left is what always was;

don’t it become humorous?

The inevitable cannot become more so.

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