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, September 10, 2021

It’s an emergency call nine one one

 

September 10, 2006  (I was 61)

 

It’s an emergency call nine one one

The voice on the other end has been trained

to lead you from trauma to information

from problem to resolution

September is the ninth month

the month of birth in procreation

as well as the month beginning autumn

Try to remember

the fire of September…

And the pair of ones

numeric twins to those two towers

lucky on the Vegas tables

and like the double lines

through the  dollar sign

so popular in America

Little is spoken

of the symbolic symmetry

too much a token

of precisely calculated infamy

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