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, December 12, 2021

Blues Song

 

December 12, 1976  (I was 32)

                 

         Blues Song

You know and I know

we both know now

we don’t have time for

the shit comin’ down

 

This day’s goin’

that one’s gone

If we ask how long we’ve been here

we’ve been here too long

 

I see and you see

we don’t see eye to eye

I look at the ground

you look in the sky

 

From that room to this

we don’t even talk

Meeting in the doorway

your touch is a shock

 

This life is goin’

that one is gone

How long have we been here

We been here too long

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