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.
There Is No Explanation
Posted on February 18, 2021 by j.g.lewis
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We try to hold on a little longer to the remains of a crappy day, to those blue jeans that no longer fit (and likely never will again), or that crumpled letter that is more than a reminder of the person you’d like nothing more than to forget.
These, among so many other things, clutter the mind.
These are the shadows that taint the lucidity of the life you’ve managed thus far.
These are the smudges that block your vision.
There is no explanation to what we emotionally hoard.
We know, deep down, there is little value in the things we hold onto. We have also learned by trial and error that if you let go of some stuff you won’t release the pain. You will simply free up space for some other worthless memento.
There will always be reminders.
It is our nature, like it or not, to hang on to memories.
Embrace those that serve you well and let others fall by the wayside.
You will find something else to take its place.
You always do.
02/18/2021 j.g.l.
02/18/2021 j.g.l.
