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, May 20, 2021

I read slow

 

from this week in May 1978  (I was 33)

 

I read slow

real slow

I think I read good

but I do read slow

 

I have to say the dialog

at least in my head

sometimes 3 or 4 interpretations

I want to know if I would have said that

or how I’d inflect it if I did

 

Sometimes I don’t think I see the print well

it kind of disappears

or the words turn around

until I say dyslexia

then they line up straight again

(that’s why I think it’s just me

rather than the equipment)

 

I’m not a patient reader either

I mean I’ll wait for awhile

but I’d just as soon go throw Frisbee

or just daydream as I look at the words

I’m pretty entertaining myself

Even when I’m attentive I read slow

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