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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Monday, October 4, 2021

Death is more fearful when life is astonishing

 

from this week of October, 2018  (I was 73)

 

Death is more fearful when life is astonishing

a daily wonderment fit for an eternity

magical existence with unfathomable end

purposeful continuance gloriously new

unfit for sleep if not for dreams

When the nurturing protectorate retires

infirm aged or disinterested

preoccupied perhaps gradually

or suddenly educated in disintegration

the cost of maintaining existence

taxes the intellect into reconsideration

of even more awesome realms

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