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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Thursday, April 22, 2021

It is necessary to separate

 

from this week in April, 1999  (I was 54)

 

It is necessary to separate

knowing and being 

to perceive the balance

existent within their wisdoms.

 

Knowing is the ability

to take enough time

to see expressionist silhouettes

of leaf and branch upon cloud lit sky

 

after sunset on a June night,

insistent silhouettes

concocted of beasts and myths

of our own conception.

 

Knowing is the ability to take time to see               

the interaction of silhouette and thought

acknowledged as reality

in the environment of now.

 

To be is to assume position

among the interacting silhouettes

in the reality of the illusion

of the moment that is now.

 

It is necessary to separate

moon from cloud, beast from tree

necessary to realize                                 

where we stand is what we see.

 

It helps to take the kinks out

come to accept the effect of dents

check for leaks

read the charts and move on.

 

Reflections off a bathroom mirror

can blind the young.

And only refractions of life

Illuminate the eyes of the old.

 

A new mind needs milestones,

reminders of where it’s been

on a geography to where it’s going.

Later we are satisfied to know

 

we are as good as there.

I’m not concerned that yesterday

be remembered tomorrow

as it is remembered today.

 

I am concerned

about our perceptive abilities

to support our testimony

that yesterday ever existed at all.

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