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The Daily Reflections
of Jan Cox

 

There are several techniques possible to be a poet:
One is to pore again over the melancholy of "being man," while another is to be taller, and peer over the present
human horizon. (Most poets are short.)

 

In the northwest sector was one man who would repeat to himself, "The logjams of the mind--Oh, the logjams of the mind." (His partner says he's never seemed to consider the possibility of widening his rivers.)

 

A real revolutionist
is extremely secretive:
no, strike "extremely."

 

 

 

One guy's all-weather, city-brain told him,
"Have no fear, you'll be the LAST to hear,"
and he asked, "Don't you mean the `FIRST'?"
and his grey-goo replied,
"Once a dummy--always my bud."

 

A man who truly understands what's "going on in life" can oftentimes find a parking meter that still has some time left on it.

 

Reviewing his prospects for a prodigious future, he faced himself squarely and pondered, "Can a small boy, from a small town, with a small mind, and a small impediment, turn it all somehow into one LARGE problem and FAME?"

 

 

When he was depressed, this one man would go lay by the fire; a lot of good it did him, 'cause when he was cold he'd go stretch out next to an inspirational book.

.....A gentleman with a small headache says he thinks life would go a lot smoother if people could just get everything in its "proper order."

 

And from the reading audience, this letter: "Dear Editor:
I think that you place too much emphasis on the mind..." (etc.). (And there you have yet another elegant example of the difference between ordinary thinking and that of the revolutionist.)

 

As a form of self-defined-progress, one man says his desire now is just to be able to "hurt himself in ways that don't show."

 

And a telegram from the city, from the International Association Of Thinkers, which says that they:
"never think about us."

 

Rumming and ruminating over his life, one--still eccentric-- ole timer at a back table said that--even as a small lad--he "realized it was all over" when he discovered that even the king told "goddam personal anecdotes."

 

One chap volunteered the following: "Another good thing about not knowin' much about yourself is that if you DO ever get to be a `big deal' in life, you won't have to feel funny about it."

 

A pondering-kinda-city guy pondered, "You read so much throughout history about `casting pearls before swine' that I wonder if it mightn't be profitable to go scuba divin' out by the pig pens?!!" ...(Now, don't none of you write me...)

 

 

J