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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Wednesday, November 3, 2021

We want hard-edged prose

 

November 3, 1975  (I was 30)

 

We want hard-edged prose

even in our poems

 

The splashy colors of weekly tabloids

SLA  WATERGATE  ASSASSINATION

Hemingway illustrated by Peter Max      

How realistically Nixon cringes

in all those books  Dan Rather

could do commercials for razor blades

 

The Revolution is brought to you by

Flames Burning through three networks

Serious Gunshots blaze in crazy L.A.

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