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 . . .

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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

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Posted on September 13, 2016 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment


Why did you stop?








How do you
to go about your day?
Will time-tested
show the old ways,
or will you
   allow your self
     a little more faith?
A fresh breath
          for another day.

Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on September 12, 2016 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment



Through The Lips

A voice.
You respond to
tone or mannerism,
breath exchanged in sound
for common words of
direction, or passion, decisions
and such, even
a simple grocery list.
A force
from the larynx, clear
and powerful, merges
with metrical signals
of the mind. Airwaves
shaping sense
and thought and
taking you back, or ahead.
A whisper,
enunciation, pronunciation,
from within and out
through the lips
shifting shadows, shaping
the images you see or read.
Is it the voice you respond to,
or is it the idea?

Posted on September 9, 2016 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment







A reason For Being


Each word, brush stroke, and
movement (physical or musical),
conveys a maze of emotions, a
moral or motive,
it does so with intention. Art
has a purpose, even in the most
conservative or mundane setting,
it brightens walls, pumps life
into the our superficially sterile
                        filling space
often reserved for mediocrity. Art,
any art, is a celebration, an occasion,
a happening or happenstance,
behind which rests a soul
to release frustration and fact.
The premise of art
                                 is simple,
though in all its complexity
lives are lived and memories retold.
Sometimes the moments are
hardly even bold, but in
each nuance there is blood rushing,
and a voice dying (no, living)
to be heard.
Art, any art,
                     is an attempt
not to dream, and not to believe,
but to breathe.
                   Art is a reason for being.
To uncap your mind, and
                 open your eyes,
is to brush away the cobwebs, and
clear out the channels limiting
society’s authentic ways. To embrace,
or accept,
or even acknowledge effort,
is to allow a word to exist on
a weather-beaten page, an abstract
concept to play out on another plane,
a sound to survive yet another day,
                              and a dance to be
negotiated through an
inevitably cramped space.
Art, any
       is communication
        if not
Address your demons, speak up
for those who choose not to,
                                 push back
minds who see investment and value
as only monetary concerns.
Increase your worth. Don’t let art
          become just another choice,
shape your work
in the rhythm of a voice.