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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Sunday, April 11, 2021

The honest histrionics of D.H. Lawrence

 

April 11, 2011  (I was 66)

 

The honest histrionics of D.H. Lawrence

admit abhorrence of a humorless end

maniacal horror though it may be

emigrating to eternity

 

A ripe pomegranate in his hands

cracked he says

is a broken heart

a sacred broken heart in Tuscany

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