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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Monday, March 14, 2022

You'd think

 

From this week in 2021  (I was 76)

 

You'd think the antelopes could eat the cantaloupes

But no they can't

You'd think the elephants would stomp the sycophants

But no they won't

You'd think the leopard had been peppered

But no he wasn't

You'd think the rabbit runs out of habit

But no he doesn't

You'd think the kangaroo should rue what it doesn't do

But no it don't

You'd think the cloud would cry out loud

And by thunder it does

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