You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
unclear
gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 j.g.l.
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.
Postcards From Afar
Posted on June 16, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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We have all been a little preoccupied by this virus thing.
We’ve spent more time at home than we have in years.
With all the social isolation and physical distancing, our wanderlust has been clipped.
Travel has been restricted, but not the mail.
Send me a postcard from home.
Tell me something about where you live; a little-known fact, something significant or another thing you think somebody needs to know (maybe even a secret). Perhaps a poem, limerick, or haiku. . . tell me what home means to you.
Don’t just send a card; send a message.
Postcards will be included this October during homecoming month at mythosandmarginalia.com
During October, contributing writers will offer impressions of home, where it is and what it means to them.
Postcards From Afar is intended to add a global perspective and make this planet a little smaller, and a little closer.
I’d love to hear from you.
For coordinates and further information on the postcard project, email
soultalk@mythosandmarginalia.com
I will write back.
06/16/2020 j.g.l.
