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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Sunday, October 2, 2022

The most I see the least I like

 

from this week in October, 2014  (I was 69)

 

The most I see the least I like

master of the snap judgment

mind made up in insomniac’s bed

If there is no distinction why the perception

Sing unassigned syllables

assonance in dissonance

rebuttal in the rhyme

That overheard in passing the only communiqué

often only an utterance

Some grow silent to see me coming

revealing more than if they spoke

Bodies speak good English

and eyes are windows in any language

that look away too late

I instigate instant implications

immediate interpretations and assumptions

imagine responsive retorts

that put everyone in their place

What man can do?

My Croatian grandfather used to say

 

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