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.
What Needs To Be Read
Posted on June 30, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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My night table hosts a stack of possibilities and good intentions; books I’ve been meaning to get around to for quite a while.
There is neither rhyme nor reason to the stack – fiction or fact, self-care, philosophy or biography – some of the books have been started but somehow, at some point, I stopped and picked something else up. I was lured away by another possibility.
I keep the books in progress handy, bookmark in place, feeling I’ll get back to it soon. I always feel I need to finish something once I have started, and generally I do; it just may take awhile.
Many of the books are recommendations from friends, or something I’ve read about somewhere, or a title, author or subject matter that interested me at the time. There are also a couple of ‘fate’ books; those paperbacks from office lunch room, or transit stops or coffee shops that ended up in my possession as if it was predestined.
I’m not one to mix with fate, so I do get around to them. Eventually.
Summer is often a good time to catch up on what needs to be read. I think I’ll begin tomorrow.
What’s on your summer reading list? Do you read different material (subject of style) in the summer than you might other times of the year? Have you been reading more in these pandemic times?
What’s on your night table?
06/30/2020 j.g.l.
