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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Qualifying questions, remedial response.

Knowledge of situations often haunt.

What we know or have been told.

We tell ourselves we just don’t know.

Answers formed by thoughts untold.

Rumour and misinformation often sold.

Conspiracy theories tend to rule the day.

Bare truth and logic will get in the way.

04/22/2024                                                                                                            j.g.l.

pocket poem 2024

                 Current Thoughts

           Open your mouth, let words
   bypass lips. Converse consciously
   to brethren or bystanders.
       Reach out to
   close friends gone amiss.
       Be not afraid, not now, of
   articulating current thoughts and
   accomplishments of which
   you are proud, and even your sins
   (for we have all owned a few)
        might seem far less tragic
         from an altered point of view.
               Give fresh voice
   to insecurities and anxieties hidden
   within your self, speak highly of
      those dusty dreams
            languishing on a shelf.
   Past sullen moments cast a
   lengthy shadow, short-term
   expectations tend to dull down
   long-term possibilities.
      Talk freely around all you want,
   or hope, or desire to be.
      Each intention will resonate
      with those who wholly believe.
   Understanding takes effort.

© 2024 j.g. lewis

April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.

April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch

cloud songs

        Our paths shift, circumstance and
              attitude shaping our trajectory.
   The company we keep alters both
       our outlook and destination.
           We are where we are
        mainly because of who we are 
                          and whom we are with.


04/16/2024                                                                              j.g.l.

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sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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Posted on January 13, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment


The sad news of David Bowie’s passing was all we heard about in Monday’s media, and beyond. Everybody, of all ages, seemed to have some sort of memory of this amazing performer.

A singer, songwriter, musician, visual artist, and actor, the news of his death was met with
disbelief, heartfelt sympathy, and accolades from his peers, politicians, and the common
people for whom he loved to perform.

The word legendary was oft used, and the Englishman was. Few artists will be remembered for their dedication to craft, ability to break boundaries, and be accepted for such a diverse creative vision.

In a world where icon is more known to be associated with a shape or symbol you press on a tablet or mobile device, the term – where Bowie is concerned – can be used to sacred proportions.

Bowie cut his own musical path and, through five decades, created characters that represented his ever changing and always inspiring musical being. These were characters we grew to love and associate with, as his world enlarged our own. In fact David Bowie, himself, was a character created by one David Jones as a platform to express his ideas and creativity.

What a magnificent platform it was. Always precise, always unique, and now, always remembered, Bowie was a true artist, human, and performer.

Incidentally, The Golden Globes were handed out last Sunday night, but on Monday the planet was more concerned with Bowie’s death, and his life, and his impact on pop culture.

Many, many actors and industry professionals – all artists in their own right – were recognized for their talents at the awards show (and rightly so), but few people were really talking about it Monday. The memories of David Bowie owned the day; he had that much of an impact on our world.

I wonder how many of those recognized at Hollywood celebration will be remembered in the same way at the end of their careers?

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