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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Tuesday, April 19, 2022

I suppose

 

April 19, 1972  (I was 27)

 

I suppose

everyone walks around with many pains

I once took a pill to relieve pain

and it did

One by one I could count

each joint loosening limbering-

such un-preoccupied awareness!

Muscles relaxed also anxieties

My spine straightened

carried energy like a hose

The pill wore off of course

Then the completeness of its relief

was most strongly felt

as each injury returned

torn fingernail muscle pull in neck

also fatigue guilt cynicism

anger despair and insomnia

causing supposition

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