Mythos & Marginalia

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j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

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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Posted on September 17, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

 

“Some of the most complete
 and satisfying works of art
 have been produced when
 their authors had no idea
 of creating a work of art,
 but were concerned with
 the expression of an idea.”
                                                     – Man Ray

Wealth Walks And Poverty Sleeps
Posted on September 16, 2015 by j.g.lewis // 2 Comments

 

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It speaks of history, arts and culture,
and the ever-changing socio-economic
trends. A longtime destination, Toronto’s
Queen Street West is more than just a
street, and far more than a neighborhood.
Retail rules in a curious blend of
commercial and residential, everything
and anyone is out on the street. Musicians
perform for passing strangers, artists show
their craft, and crafters show their wares.
Poets offer words to those who will listen,
and fashion is right there; in stores or on
the people. Ethnicities mix, and cultures
collide, in food and drink or otherwise. It’s
cool in the clubs, late night on the street,
shoppers shop, and everyone eats.
Wealth walks and poverty sleeps.

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Posted on September 16, 2015 by j.g.lewis // 1 Comment

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It is the night when you dream,
the night when you hope, when
thoughts run rampant
and anything is possible.
Plots are hatched
and scenes run deep,
without conscious defense
from the practical
and unassailable reasoning
one must muster
in sundrenched days.
It is at night when you think
of those you love, or loved,
those who have left by death
or divorce or distraction.
There should be peace at night,
and rest should come easy.
If you can’t find that safety
or reassurance
beside the person who
shares your bed,
you won’t find satisfaction
with the thoughts
in your head.
You should be soothed by
the security of night’s darkness
and wake
with contentment
to the reality we call a day.
                                                                        j.g.l.