Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


open space

  • nothing remains the same

    Take comfort in where you are or

    where you are going. It changes;

    minute to hour, daily, incrementally

    and authentically, nothing remains

    the same.

    The seasons, the sky, the reasons why

    are altered by fate, happenstance or

    attitude, longitude and latitude.

    Change is certain; so too is your ability

    to take it all in. Never lose the wonder.

    11/24/2024                                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

  • cloud songs

       Consider each moment

       leading up to now. 

               Cause and effect 

            affects where you are, 

       whom you have been, and all 

             you are now.

    Any possibility sustains every reality.

         To doubt is to question;

              to ask is to reply.

     

    11/22/2024                                                                                                        j.g.l.

     

  • write on

    As of late, for reasons as varied as they are non-existent, I have not been writing in the manner of which I have come to expect of myself. I am neither as prolific nor as detailed as, I feel, I usually am.

         My poetry, while still insightful, does not command the length or breadth I feel I am capable of. Revisions to a manuscript I have toiled away on for some time have become painful (perhaps a sign that the work is closer to completion than I care to acknowledge), and my mind wanders to another project that requires the same diligence.

       My daily writing is less than it once was (I feel guilty about that), and even the scant sentences I jot down in my journal seem to only document my time here on earth. Nothing extravagant, nothing more than a slight glimpse of where I am. Nothing that memorable, sadly.

       I’ve been feeling for months that I am ready to embark on another kind of writing but have yet to determine exactly what that might be. I am full or ideas, characters, dialogue and circumstance, but it doesn’t quite feel like it has the backbone it needs to pull me in a certain direction. I even, a few weeks back, bought a fresh new notebook to keep these thoughts separate from all the others. The notes I have included in this book are random, undeveloped, at times personal, and (as of yet) make little sense. I reread these notes, almost daily, and I am inspired enough to clarify or expand on certain streams of thought, but it needs a more definite direction.

       Perhaps I do as well?

     

    11/17/2024                                                                                                                          j.g.l.

  • nevertheless

    What brings you here, anywhere

    really? Out of habit, curiosity, or

    happenstance? Each one of us 

    has patterns; a nature of being. 

    It is how we experience our time

    in this place, on this planet, in

    this city or another. Confusion.

    A delusion? We are grounded by 

    behaviours, many of which we 

    will not realize or acknowledge. 

    Primarily, it is how we function. 

    Action or response to any given 

    situation. Stimulation, capitulation, 

    barely interpretation of that which

    surrounds us. Still, here we are. 

    Nevertheless. In the midst of it all.

     

    11/15/2024                                                                                                                  j.g.l.