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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Wednesday, August 24, 2022

It don’t mean nothing at all

 

from this week in August, 1973  (I was 28)

 

     It don’t mean nothing at all

I used to be funny

before I started making money.

The days were sunny

and my nose was runny.

Now I’m clean like a machine

I do what I do what I do

and I’d probly do it again

but I don’t know when.

Sometime back I started to think,

what a dink,

I shoulda skated around the rink.

Soon as you jump in you start to sink.

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