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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Saturday, November 6, 2021

Superwho

 

November  6, 2006  (I was 61)

 

         Superwho

My country ‘tis of thee

and that’s the truth

might as well admit it

Gotta quit playing global grab ass

we’re too old for that

Mighta got away with it there 

awhile when we were young

Now everyone’s onto the act

 

We either start working for real

to save whatever we can

or we’re consigned to be

the idiots of Krypton

whose powerful denial

produced total annihilation

but for that one cosmic infant

who was sent to save someone else

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