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, May 21, 2022

I am not one to belong

 

from this week in May, 2012  (I was 67)

 

I am not one to belong to an organization

but I am not disorganized nor am I

anti-organization for the common good

commonly decided unionization

for instance to negotiate contracts

with financially advantaged

politically influential partisans

who call themselves management

without the mis- so often apparent

 

I want to flock with right wing pacifists

who know they can’t fly without a left wing

I play golf like a right-brain leftist

with a gang playing like left-brain rightists

and a guy named no-brain-Wayne

who hits the ball long and says fuck ‘em all

from well inside his flask by the fourth hole

And its okay by me nobody plays by the rules

I got my own game and guess they are the same

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