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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Thursday, June 23, 2022

At Happy Isles in Yosemite Valley

 

from this week in June, 2004 (I was 59)

 

At Happy Isles in Yosemite Valley

This morning I took a hit

contemplating travels of an entire year

a big year of geographical movement for me

I sat smoking in mid river

to realize again a truth of successful travel

Allow possession of self to place

See what the river is doing

what the trees are doing in relation to the river.

For a time be possessed by the river

the meandering the eddies the rills

the cataracts the swells the roar and trickle

of the moment sharing the this of it

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