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, January 30, 2022

Whenever -song

 

January 30, 1977  (I was 32) 

-third verse added 1/8/17

 

         Whenever  -song

Whenever you walk out the door

it’s me that’s gone

I’d cross the line if I knew

the side you’re on

I’m blind, resigned

don’t know what I can do

See too much when I start lookin’

Babe, I been lookin’ at you

 

Whenever I talk to you darlin’

I get told

I’m not talkin’ about the weather

I’m talkin’ cold

I’ve left, deaf

Don’t need the report from you

Hear too much when I start listenin’

a wind blowing nothing new

        

Whenever I remember you

so much I forget

the failure and the pain

the emotional debt

I know I’ve lost touch

With all that I’ve felt

I’m not sure that it matters much

It’s part of the deal to get dealt

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