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 14, 2021

Working at a frenzied pace

 

from this week in 2014  (I was 69)

 

Working at a frenzied pace

to pen those little essences

that run scatter shot through life

and corralling the critters in a queue

requires timeless persistence

without time to be patient

in keeping up with the intensity of the pace

So to quietly refocus the creative intention

is like trying to hear myself hum

while standing in front of a concert speaker

Try as I may all I accomplish is resonation

of a rhythm and pulse to which I cannot attach

a coherence of thought for an encore

 

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