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, December 8, 2021

By any honest assessment

 

December 8, 2012  (I was 68)

 

By any honest assessment

I know nothing about so much

it is illogical maybe perplexing

I could continue to make note of it

a study in ephemerology

an ignorance

spread across the taxonomy of knowledge

from omys to ologies

ians and isms to antics and astics

What once was insolence audacity disdain

now habit and withdrawl

from honest assessment

while I fill another page

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