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The lady at the local grocery
The lady at the local grocery says she works seven days a week. “I love it,” she says. “Nothing to do at home but watch TV.”
February 1974
A Hillbilly’s Work Ethic
Let me always turn my back on security. For it is the fearful uncertainty of my life that gives me strength.
February 1974
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For three days last year I planted small trees
For three days last year I planted small trees and shrubs along Interstate 85 for $3 an hour. Mindlessness, talentless and eternal boredom became the key words filtering through my consciousness, as all sense of self expression and sensitivity took a back seat to survival.
February 1974
Dropping Out/Dropping In
Work on yourself first, before you work on something else. That’s kind of the basic idea. The Zen people say wash your bowl. The Sufis say clean your mirror. It’s all the same thing. Work on yourself first, then those other questions answer themselves.
February 1974
Sy’s Space
More jobs in the last year than I can remember, and so little sense, through it all, of any purposeful endeavor, of meaningful labor, of real work.
February 1974Sy’s Space
A cloudy, dreary day, sick with a cold, yet I want to mark the day, the year, to settle old accounts and begin something anew. It is what I am always up to, and I see how foolish it is, and how necessary.
January 1974
