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, February 5, 2022

Life at 33 1/3 rpm

 

February 5 1979  (I was 34)

 

         Life at 33 1/3 rpm

More than three generations now

lives have moved around together

toward the center groove

 

Those three guitars

and those drums have been

augmented supplemented and orchestrated

 

And every five years

different punks set up in garages

to try to scare the neighbors

 

Every ten years

another Eisenhower generation

believes dancing is the answer

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