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, October 24, 2021

Some Slogans from the bulletin board

 

October 24, 1983  (I was 38)

 

Some Slogans from the bulletin board

of the 8th grade English class:

 

We are the people our parents warned us about.

Define myself in a word, why that’s absurd.

Illiteracy is nothing to write home about.

To know is to know no no.

The little I know I owe to my ignorance.

I don’t trust him, we’re friends.

The first human to hurl a curse instead of a weapon

     founded civilization.

 

The difference between ignorance and apathy?

     I don’t know and I don’t care.

Exact Change!

The vulture flies with carrion luggage.

Anything not prohibited is compulsory.

A physicist is an atom’s way of knowing about atoms.

To think I live so near the sun! It dawned on me this morning.

When my ship comes in I’ll be at the airport!

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