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, February 6, 2022

I’m envious of the facility of fingers on strings

 

from this week in February, 2019  (I was 74)

 

I’m envious of the facility of fingers on strings

to vibrate the air with music

the vision of the artist who perceives the light

in the colors applied to the canvass

the discipline of an athlete who has honed a body

to accommodate the requirements of motion

I admire the sequences of deduction

that narrow the scope of speculation

regarding the possibility of purpose

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