Early in “The Odyssey,” the Lotos Eaters are encountered. I always found them a strange inclusion at the beginning of a decade’s long voyage. Odysseus is inexplicably enraged when his men take to eating lotos and lying on the beach, rather than facing the harsh, long venture home. He is disturbed by the easy way out. Perhaps conceited, I always imagined much of the modern world, and indeed art, to be faced with such a challenging prospect; it is so much easier to simply recline and exist than it is to try and face potential failure. Yet, whatever the hardships may be, I find them a finer prospect than contented nothingness.
Lotos: A Triptych of Sonnets