Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


  • my curious creativity

    Final details, a finishing touch, depending on how you look at it.

    Layers of inspiration, time between conception and completion.

    It does not look how I thought it would before I began. It never may.

    How will I know when it is done? Perception varies moment to moment.

    I am still not sure. I doubt. I fuss. My confidence is not always there.

    My art is an attempt to satisfy my curious creativity in whatever form.

    I feel it is better to attempt to create than let all those ideas go to waste.

    My restless soul will only allow so much. I am less patient with my self.

    Patience is not a paradigm, neither pragmatic, nor practical. Neither is art.

    © 2023 j.g. lewis

  • later

    ©2023 j.g. lewis

  • This Ugly Virus

    It is not what I was expecting, and everything I expected, should it happen,  
       For three years plus I’ve managed to steer clear. I followed precautions, I did what I thought needed to be done, and it still happened. 
       At first it felt like a strong cold; swift and unexpected, and far too early for the flu. The symptoms, the cough, the headache and chills, had me doubting but was it 12 or 24 hours into it I was sure. 
       COVID-19 hit me hard. 
       The fatigue, brain fog, delusional sleep, cough, congestion and headache; my body felt brittle. I couldn’t get up; I didn’t feel like moving and was pretty sure I couldn’t. Then, there was the lack of taste, lack of appetite, total lack of motivation. 
       A simple at-home test confirmed the reality I had been living with for much longer than I expected. 
       For months now health officials have been cautioning against the latest strain. Over these past years I’ve masked up, washed and regularly sanitized my hands. I’ve been vaccinated with regular booster shoots as recommended, as available. Actually, I was expecting I would receive my next shot next month, the latest in a series of boosters that would protect me from this ugly virus. 
       Still it happened. 
       COVID-19 is still, very much, a reality. 
       I wasn’t able to do the things I usually do. I didn’t feel much like doing anything. Today might be the first day I’ve really felt like doing something. 
       It’s an improvement I can only hope will keep me moving forward.
     

  • No longer serviceable

    A sign of the times past.
    Our Technicolor reality has changed.
    We no longer repair but replace.
    Technology that lasted, no longer does.
    Obsolescence is expected in our progress,
    high definition lives defined now by a
    landfill wasteland full of discarded electronics.
    No longer serviceable.
    We no longer watch like we used to.
    We no longer can.
    © 2023 j.g. lewis 

  • assumption

    Embracing reminders of who we were, not
    who we are not, we remain convinced of
    this confusion and seldom make the right
    assumption in moments where we wish
    to define ourselves. We will need any sort
    of control over any areas of a life that is
    primarily accessible to all. What we share,
    when we share, occasionally goes beyond
    intimacy expected in the moment. Caution,
    isolated thought amongst the many you are
    thinking or have thought; why or why not.
    We need to breathe for our self, even mere
    mouthfuls of tainted air can absolve you of
    the guilt, even temporarily. Little freedom.
    This cruel reality is replacing the ordinary.

    © 2023 j.g. lewis