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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Friday, March 18, 2022

Took typing in high school

 

From this week in 2021  (I was 76)

 

Took typing in high school

ensured a life of sitting

in poor posture and lousy dexterity

with wrists arched and fingers

that couldn't quite retain exactly where

each key was located to translate

clear thought into clear print

I spent more money on correction tape

than on typewriter ribbon

I think the same lack of facility

screwed up any chance for a music career

an instrumental dysfunction

It's a hell of a note

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