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, June 7, 2021

If you do

 

June 7, 1972  (I was 27)

 

         If you do

If you have it

put it out there and let’s have a look

step away and let me hold it

in my own private hands

 

Experience is an energy transfer

Intimate transfers are immediate exchanges

an understanding is reached

 

The foundation of universality is the intimate bond

and it don’t take much mesh to make a net

From a distance it looks like a blanket

 

The artist is not judged with his art

he’s got to fish tomorrow

no matter the catch today

So set it out and let’s have a look

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