Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


a daily breath

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

    There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night. 
        I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that. 
        Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live;  until last night. 
        He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us. 
        Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart
        The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
        At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
        It was quite an evening. 
        What else can I say? 

    09/11/2023                                                                                   j.g.l.

  • consequences

    Which decision will
    you live with today?

    © 2019 j.g. lewis

  • cloud songs

          Promise or pretense 
       fades as news of the day 
             dissolves into 
       less likely outcomes 
       with more to expect, 
         dulled-down hopes, 
           and more to reject. 
       Choices or chances; 
       one in the same. 
       We still face the guilt, 
            or the sanity, or 
               the shame. 

    09/07/2023                                                                  j.g.l.

  • Mondays are just young Fridays

        Memories are more 
    than history. Year to year,  
    the more we try to create  
    the less we seem to recall. 
       The why or the
    who, then, and when did
       it cease to register? 
       Short-term memory, long
    term lapse of accountability, 
    the consequence or
       the significance of it all  
    only makes sense when
       you want it to. 

    09/04/2023                                                                         j.g.l.

  • 09/01/2023

    A new page in my journal, a fresh new month ahead of me, and my thoughts and my focus changes with September.
        Summer is drawing to a close.
        As the calendar pages flip from one month to the next, the journal fills with observations, accounts of events and days I am privileged to attend, and obligations I attend to. It is important to write it all out.
        Random scrabble marks the days of my life, and what a life it is.
        The journal helps me remember by putting time into perspective.
        The things that matter now may not in the coming months and years, but right now they do.
        Another day. Another page. Write on.

    09/01/2023                                                                                             j.g.l.