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 . . .

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.

you wait

killing time
without concern for
productivity
nothing to prove
nothing to see
you wait as only
you can
killing time like it
means a damn

01/27/2023                                                                                   j.g.l.

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

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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on March 21, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

 

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A friend sent me a poem many years
ago. It was a short work, but length
does not lessen its power.
  Over the years this friend and I have
shared poetry and even taken the time
to read it together; a shared experience
where we offered our own verse, and
common favorites written by others.
  I’ve read thousands of poems, but this
one short poem from her pen often
comes back to me. It is a succulent
poem about an old shirt and the security
and assurance it can provide. I could
not recite the entire poem by rote,
but the theme speaks to personal
worth and how the fabric of the shirt
—’ laundered to a softness only age
and time can give’ — comforts the
soul as only familiarity can.
  Like an old friend, poetry offers
respite and relief when long days are
less than expected or sadder than most.
  Poetry provides a smile when needed,
inspires action when required, and
reinvigorates emotions when moved.
  Like many old friends, poetry is not
always top of mind, though you do
know it is there for you. Like an old
shirt, poetry waits for when it can be
useful.
  Today is World Poetry Day. Take the
time to read some prose today, maybe
your own work, or perhaps that of others.
  You might have a favorite, or you may
find wonderment in something brand
new from somebody you know nothing
about.
  Whatever you read, know it will speak
to the soul, as only poetry can.
                                                                    j.g.l.

thank you Darlene Payne, always . . .

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