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 . . .

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                 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

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        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.

Mondays are just young Fridays

A wish for words more delicate and 
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind, 
you are no longer (or never have been) 
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth, 
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.

04/15/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

 

April is Poetry Month
flaws and all

 

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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For Only A While

Posted on October 1, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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Poetry is power, and poetry is
a weakness, as much cowardice
as courage. A delightful
contradiction, it sucks at your
soul, and, like a fussy infant,
cannot wait to be fed. More.
Not to be silenced until sated.
Nourished then,
it so slips into gentle slumber,
life’s rhythm allowing dreams and
sweet solace, only to wake soiled
and screaming. Comfort comes
with a soothing voice, gentle touch,
and reassurance. Flesh and blood,
innocent for only a while, it grows
alongside you, until it stands
on its own.
Poetry.
You give it life, then it to you.
                                                                   j.g.l.

 

Participate

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Art is what art does.
There are no rules, and
the boundaries are trampled
with footprints of those
who dare to step over. Art
is both public, and deeply
personal. It is never the same,
and the attraction is uniquely
individual. If the art comes from
what is in your heart, you will
never copy anyone. Be original.
No two souls feel the same way.
Participate in the process,
create for your self, and people
will find their way to your art.

The weekend in Toronto,
ART IS EVERYWHERE.
From sunset on Saturday to
Sunday’s sunrise, there will be
art and artists taking part in
NUIT BLANCHE.
There is something for everybody
right through the night, and it is
FREE. Google it, look for it, talk
about it, support it and, most
importantly, ENJOY IT.
Isn’t that what art is all about?

I’ll be
sharing some of my poetry
as one of the
many performers in

KORSI at The Gardiner Museum.
I’ll be reading at 8:30 p.m., and
then
later in the night, or early in
the morn,
some time between
dusk and dawn.

I won’t be the only poet, and there
will be belly dancing, singing,
palm reading, story telling, and
a lot of music.


KORSI, an installation by
Toronto’s Maziar Ghaderi,
follows a reinterpreted Iranian
tradition in the spirit of community
and togetherness.

Come and share the night

The Gardiner Museum
111 Queens Park

Oct. 1 – 2 7 p.m. – 7 a.m.

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