Mythos & Marginalia

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j.g. lewis

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Mondays are just young Fridays

We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
   We have suffered long enough.
   The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
   We need a brighter view.
   We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.

03/20/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.


Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.

03/19/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

forever wonder

If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.

© 2016 j.g. lewis

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most days
other times
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Still I write.

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on March 6, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I used to get a chuckle when I’d catch one of those public television concert specials where they’d tramp out pop artists from the past: The Temptations or the Pips, or some of the one-hit wonders from the Woodstock era or long before that.

   The cameras would pan the audience for shiny happy people obviously having fun, or show close-ups of people clapping and singing along to the music of their youth. The blue-rinse set would be out in full force, senior citizens dancing even with their canes and walkers.

   Last Thursday I realized I was at some such event.

   Former Talking Head Jerry Harrison and Adrian Belew are out on the road right now with a nine-piece backing band performing Remain in Light; a review of Talking Head hits surrounding the seminal 1980 album.

   I was 19 or 20 when the album came out.

   This was the music of my youth.

   It was also the youthful music of those older than myself at the time, there were a lot of people well into their sixties and seventies at the packed Danforth Music Hall.

   I suppose it makes sense; both Harrison and Belew are each in their mid-70s.

   We all grow up.

   The music, obviously, was ageless and it was a damn good concert (I wasn’t the only one up dancing to the hits). I suppose I’m just coming to terms with the fact that that I, like the music and musicians, am obviously getting older.

   We all grow old.


03/06/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.


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