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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Friday, June 4, 2021

My wife is out looking for the cat

 

from this week in 1970  (I was 25) 

 

My wife is out looking for the cat,

the eleven o’clock news is on TV

The lead item is George Wallace

who has just been in “the dirtiest

campaign I have ever seen”

I watched a young boy watching

with an indecipherable stare

as the on-scene reporter

summed up the story

 

Next up Nixon and Cambodia

Third banana

George Murphy slipping in congress

After it’s over what do I know?

The cat is scratching at the back door

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