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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Thursday, December 9, 2021

Remembering the first interior monologues

 

from this week in 2014  (I was 70)

 

Remembering the first interior monologues

speaking to myself from another place

where I and the idea separated

to exist apart within me

Not the other beings in other bodies

to be sorted family friend or stranger

but the other me apart from people

the I who watched me from aside

and spoke at first in simple terms

the decider of real and fairy tale

the arbiter of this or that

who suggested which kind with reasons why

who whispered no and shouted yes

The church said it was the soul’s voice

and said its business was right and wrong

I within said They don’t know the half of it

Stick with me 

 And learn to read

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