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, August 5, 2021

Life is good but if I don’t bitch it might get worse

 


from this week in August, 2014  (I was 69)

 

Life is good but if I don’t bitch it might get worse

Tomorrow I’ll go to Halemaumau

wait til it gets dark as it gets

then go watch the changing glow

billowing from the pit

hear the oohs from the awed

Retreat to a cabin at Kilauea Military Camp

The darkness at the edge of the rain forest

where churning above in full dimension

the billions of stars forgotten in the suburbs

Emanations from goddesses and gods

to whom Pele bows

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