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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Sunday, August 15, 2021

Overall

 

August 15, 2010  (I was 65)

 

Overall

I have no bitches about my britches

I go to Bermuda in my shorts

Capri in my pants

I deer hunt in my buckskins

prance with buffoons in pantaloons

I embrace a waist in hip huggers

spelunk for guano in dungarees

dodge the bull in toreadors and

prod for bivalves in my clam diggers

When smoking weeds in my tweeds

I may be lax in my slacks

but never loose in my tights

in my pedal pushers on my bike

Ever stretching in my sweat pants

and sweating in my stretch pants

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