Category Archives: “1980”

A sequence of poems I wrote each day of 1980, in the giddy blush of youth

DECEMBER 22, 1980 (“Season’s Tidings”)

. Let us approach death like infancy. (Because we must.)   Let us expect the best, exempt the rest.   Shall we now sleep? Shall we dream with all good tidings of the netherworld snuggled beneath our Christmas chins, leaving … Continue reading

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JANUARY 1, 1981 (“1981”)

(This is the final in a series of 367 poems I wrote between the last day of 1979, and the first day of 1981.  If you’ve been following, it’s been quite a journey- from the ridiculous to the sublime, and … Continue reading

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DECEMBER 31, 1980 (“A Momentous Conclusion”)

This is the penultimate poem in the series “1980”. 366 poems down, and 1 to go! As you have gleaned, I wrote one piece every day of 1980.  Some were so marginal, they are embarrassments now, but I boldly (stupidly?) … Continue reading

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DECEMBER 30, 1980 (“Stopping Time in Mid-Breath”)

. Coated with compromise, apathy is no surprise.   There will be a fight.   Alright! Pose everyone! Hold together, your sacred breath and force that year-end smile. Freeze decay a while.   Meanwhile- I dress for conflict. See me … Continue reading

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DECEMBER 29, 1980 (“Stopping Thought For Fun and Recreation”)

. When did I start THINKING too much? It’s an old ailment and those ever-turning gears have lodged their strain throughout my body.   When did I get lost in my head?   Did this all begin the day I … Continue reading

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DECEMBER 28, 1980 (“Skepticism”)

. Now that we’re almost there… don’t believe a WORD of it!   We may read.   We may write.   We may not.   The Real World trudges on.   I mean, think of all those footsteps! All, in no particular … Continue reading

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DECEMBER 27, 1980 (“Burnt Down to the Water”)

. Polar opposites woo my mind like it was some spring chicken. It’s a dubious courtship.   My sails are torn, rudder, snapped- and the forecast is hell AND high water.   Nearly drowned… nearly beached… nearly safe.   Watch … Continue reading

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