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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Saturday, January 15, 2022

out from the cave and echo of ritual

 

January 15, 2009  (I was 64)

 

out from the cave and echo of ritual

fire made shadows leapt

bone beat wood made song

one string whined

bug bit through smoke

rock scraped animal shape

night song sung long

deep warm sound sleep

hunger dream hog hunt

sun spark cracked dark

let out light lit up rock

wind blew black smells clean

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