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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Monday, March 22, 2021

Air Play

 

from this week in March, 1976  (I was 31)

 

Air Play

sitting in the studio longing

egg cartons stapled to the ceiling

listening to the tapes again

damning the fidelity

praying for air play

everybody’s gotta have air play

all we really need is air play

 

Diving from planes like bombs

We had to have a note from our moms

saying it was alright

she gave her permission

for us to have air play

air play air play

How can you open your chute

if you don’t have air play

 

Maybe the mikes are weak

but the voice is cutting

even on the tapes

through all this smoke

you can hear it it’s there

Programmer give us air play

air play air play

We deserve and demand air play

Who gives you the air play

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