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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Tuesday, December 21, 2021

A story and poem from the lost literature

 

December 21, 2008  (I was 64) 

 

         A story and poem from the lost literature that

escape into the dimension of the forgotten after they had

surfaced briefly in the consciousness so succinctly and

securely that the author, momentarily without pen and

paper, thought they would be easily retained while he was

perfunctorily distracted by some banality.  Then they were gone,

leaving behind only threads frayed so fine they could never

be rewoven, yet so distinctly present as to represent

substantial loss.  

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