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, January 18, 2022

Disgusted at the arrogance of the moralist

 

January 18, 1998  (I was 53)

 

Disgusted at the arrogance of the moralist

enraged with the smug elitist

surly toward the indecisive

perplexed at the protectors of the unjust

suspicious of the self-satisfied

bored with the indifference of the oblivious lovestruck

frustrated by hysterical paranoid young parents

exasperated by the pained and bashfully withdrawn

I wanna pull the plug on Rosie O’Donnell

put a bullet through Oprah

boil Geraldo in oil

and piss on the best of Jerry Springer

Who are these charlatan

flesh peddling Microsoft

bitches and bastards of the airwaves

Jesus saves product raves

that America obviously craves

Go down Hugh Downs

on Barbara Wahwah’s wah-wah

while waiting for Nicole Browns

and Katos to say

have you had your Juice today?

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