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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Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Touring Soudan Underground Iron Mine

 

July 21, 1976  (I was 31)

 

Touring Soudan Underground Iron Mine

Every green smile

pulled from under

the silly hard hats

issued at the entrance

tells the embarrassing truth

that we nineteen crammed

into this rumbling shovel bucket

on a cable to plummet

thirty-two hundred feet

through greenstone rock

and red vein ore

might ride this angle

all the way

to the darkest chamber

of this pyramid

to join with Julius

and his demon miners

screaming deaf from diamond bits

and pressure changes

five hundred forty fathoms

beneath an iron sea.

  

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