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 . . .

cloud songs

        Our dreams, scattered
     amidst our memory, last night
            or the one before.
     The dream, the day
     inconsequential as
          the music that plays
            in the coffee shop.
            It is all noise
       cluttering the silence
       we think we want to hear.

02/02/2023                                                                       j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

I seem to spend more time reviewing the camera manual than I do shooting with the damn camera.
   With my new camera, about six months ago, I have already enjoyed many hours capturing the sights and my surroundings at all hours of the day. There are several images I’ve created over the months, of both people and places, that I’m especially proud of.
   I make an attempt, as often as I can, to practice a craft I have spent much of my life studying.
   But I want to learn more.
   I continue to establish what has often been trial-and-error proficiency in the craft, and art, of photography. It is what I do, and have done.
   It is about finding value in what you do and how you live.
   Involve yourself in what you can, find the lessons or the learning as you go, in everyday experiences. It becomes a rewarding challenge as you broaden your interests with a new topic, or focus deeply on what gives you pleasure
   Not everything is immediately enjoyable, but with a concrete focus you might see greater possibilities.

01/30/2023                                                                                                 j.g.l.

the influence

There are a handful of albums that signified a change in music in the late ‘70s. Many of those albums were British, but you could hear an immediate response — even revolution — from a select few American bands.
   Television was one of those bands, and Marquee Moon was one of those definitive records.
   You didn’t hear the music on the radio, not in the middle of the Canadian prairies, so I listened to it intently on the stereo at home.
   In the years that followed, I could hear the influence of Television’s singer, guitarist and principal songwriter Tom Verlaine on other bands of the time; even on the radio. I still hear it now.
   Tom Verlaine passed away yesterday at age 73.

01/29/2023                                                                                          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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April is Poetry Month

Posted on April 21, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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Ring It Loud

ring the bell for justice
let it chime for peace
ring it loud for friends at home
and people on the street

ring the bell for the soldiers
fighting for our lives
ring the bell for their girlfriends
their widows and the wives

ring the bell for show and tell
politicians strut each day
it’s all for show and has to go
don’t believe in what they say

ring the bell for the ones
in abject poverty
it’s not their choice how they live
it could be you and me

ring the bell for your church
if you think you must
better place the faith in yourself
and those you think you trust

ring the bell for power
the kind you’ll never know
it’s all indentured servitude
painful and it’s slow

ring the bell for passion
the kind you have in mind
it’s what you want or believe you need
just remember love is blind

ring the bell for your virtues
and the seven deadly sins
ring the bell for the dead
and their next of kin

ring the bell for secrets
the ones that bring surprise
ring the bell for what goes on
behind those troubled eyes

ring the bell for the love
the type you hope to find
ring the bell for the bigots
heal the evil mind

ring the bell for dancing
ring the bell at night
ring the bell to raise some hell
it’s time for feeling right

ring the bell this morning
when the light can let you see
ring the bell for someone else
don’t waste your ring on me

©2011 j.g.lewis

 

 

 

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