Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

it was so

     scarcely we remember
       humble beginnings

   the when
                the where

     not consequential

   the why
                     however
        a true miracle

     for a time
     it was so

                 until it wasn’t

there are no humble endings

     but we are humbled
     by even its existence

08/12/2022                                                                                             j.g.l.

communication

Sadly, our voice
is not always
strong, or not always
there ,when it
is needed.

It is hard to know
what to say, or
how to say it,
so often we
remain silent.

Silence stops the
process of
communication,
but it does not
stop the thoughts.

08/09/2022                                                                                   j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A sign I’ve been glancing at, daily, since I noticed it a week back at a regular coffee stop where I try to begin my day with a dark roast cup of bravery.
   I try to take the time, every morning, to scribble out my current considerations, deliberations, and contemplations on images and memories that have come to me in my dreams and in reality.
   If your first meal of the day is the most important, shouldn’t your first thoughts be as well?
   Take time to write them down. It’s important. What you are thinking affects how you continue to navigate your self through the coming hours or weeks.
   “The bravest thing you can be is yourself.”
   How much courage is required to make it through the remainder of the day? Is a single cup of coffee enough to provide the fortitude required to step further into the day?
   It’s a good start.

08/08/2022                                                                                         j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Prove The Possibilities

Posted on September 12, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

I’ve got to buy myself a guitar.

Acoustic or electric, it doesn’t matter (I play like shit anyway… or did when I did decades ago) but I know I need a guitar. I’ve been considering the purchase far too long.

I have words, poems (lyrics, I suppose) that seem to need more space than a page can provide. I can’t (or won’t) call them deep, but feel they need the depth a melody can provide.

I want a guitar.

A guitar, to me, symbolizes pretty much everything there is to know and love about music. With its six strings, it can thrash out anger and joy or gently weep heartfelt sins and sorrows. Even years ago, as a drummer, I knew, and respected, the guitar is the backbone of rock and roll.

I stare at the walls of guitars in music stores and wonder, or adoringly gaze at photographs of musicians playing Martins, Gibsons, or Telecasters. I always have. Really, any guitar. I stand outside streaky pawnshop windows and see instruments that once had value to someone, yet were pawned for quick cash. These are guitars that have lived a life, have some worth, and are waiting for another set of hands to prove the possibilities. This is the kind of guitar I need.

I’m probably not responsible enough to trust myself with a new instrument. I know I’m hard on things and something with a few well-earned battle scars is far more appropriate, for me. I’d feel a little less guilty as I know I’d carelessly make my own mark.

For so many months I’ve been telling myself I need a guitar. Last year I came close when the exact model I yearned for as a teenager was hanging in a cluttered window. I was sure, at first, this was fate presenting itself cheaply and easily as a hundred buck option.

For a few days, almost every day, I would stop, look at, and think about, this absolute thing of beauty.

Still, then, I couldn’t separate with the cash, even as this recurring dream came whispering to me. I had other things going on, so many things to do, and I simply couldn’t justify the time it would take to learn, or relearn, to play the guitar.

Thing is, I still have those other things on my mind. I still haven’t completed what I had to do. And I still want a guitar. I still have words; in fact, more words now than then.

I have hundreds of poems, even more unfinished phrases and thoughts to be set to music. The themes are as vast as they are vacant; including all those songs about falling in an out of love, wanting love, and finding love. I am no different than anybody else. We are all fragile. We all disappoint someone else.

We all fall in love sometimes. A song seems to set it right.

If music is therapy for the soul, who needs this therapy more than a man who has lusted for many, but trusted so few.

I suppose I need to trust myself with a guitar.

Many times the poetry I write finds a rhythm, even a melody, as I scratch out the words. Music has always inspired. Music speaks to me. Would my words, my poetry or thoughts, speak to others differently if framed within a musical scale? I’m still unsure. I’ll only know if I trust myself with guitar. Then I’ve got to trust myself.

Until then, the page is all I’ve got. The words are there. The melody remains unwritten.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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