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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Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Revolution is a bomb and a prayer

 

April 6, 1971  (I was 26)

 

Revolution is a bomb and a prayer

that something anything at all

will be there once the smoke clears

 

Bombs are that way it seems

Planning ahead of them

is like trying to live off tomorrow’s dreams

 

If the times are bad, the situation intolerable

tell me that without a promise

Say only What the hell let’s rebel

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