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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

One year since. . . 

   The death toll rises each day in this certain uncertainty. A geopolitical conflict, its consequences spilling out across this planet and onto the streets of my city. Distanced from the direct atrocities of another war, it is more than tension we feel in the neighborhoods where we live.

   Every day the headlines speak to me. Every day there are more questions than answers.

   How many bombs?

   How many dead?

   How many prayers?

   How many times, in my lifetime, have I heard about the possibility of Middle East peace?

   I, still, can only try to understand.

   I too live with the fear, the grief, and the polarization of it all.

 

10/07/2024                                                                                                                j.g.l.

It’s not nothing

I would like to think it is nothing, at least I’d like to try. I know I can’t, but I will fool myself into believing it was less than what it is (I’m gullible that way).
   Still I know, deep down, it was more than what I was expecting. Certainly it was more than what I was prepared for.
   It’s always something; really, anything is.
   There is something in anything, worthwhile or not, that captures your imagination or sends your soul circling.
   Nothing matters then.
   It is always more than what you were counting on, even when there is nothing to compare it to.
   Always unlike anything else, you try to twist and turn it into something familiar, or something you can relate to, all the while knowing that nothing has been like that, or felt like this: ever.
   Yeah, it’s like that.
   It’s not nothing, but it can’t be everything. . . or maybe it is.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

a deeper conversation

Ever the questions, 

no response, until now. In the wake 

of all that happened all that time ago; 

even recently, as details were 

unearthed convincingly.

Negligently we accept responsibility 

for secrets and sins unacknowledged.

The government, the Church, 

the children. The shock of it all. 

Tears now stain history books. Truth.

A deeper conversation. 

We talked about it, yesterday.

Too long society, 

more specifically “we”, have turned

a blind eye to ways of a world 

we thought we never knew.

Lord knows what they were thinking 

and did nothing.

 

10/01/2024                                                                                                             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.

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Posted on November 17, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

It was only last week when I noticed just how battered and beaten-up my notebook had become, the cover barely hanging on to the spiral coil, inner pages rounded with wear from being stuffed into and pulled out of my packsack.
   My notebook is always there, at the ready to record random scrabble, notes and observations about where I am (or where I was), skeletons of poems to be completed (or discarded), grocery lists and reminders to my self.
   A lot of things begin in a notebook. It has a purpose.
   I have a purpose and writing it all out, at the time, seems to help.
   My writing has been inconsistent at best these past few months. I began this notebook in May, and as I briefly perused the pages I realized how bruised and battered some of my thoughts were.
   My notebook is nothing like my journal where I make a more purposeful attempt at legible handwriting with greater attention to the form, style and substance.
   Daily, almost, I record what I feel is important to me.
   Often it begins in my notebook.
   I had an idea last week, a new concept, another way to sketch out my thoughts, perhaps with greater regularity and discipline. I began to outline my plans on some of the pages remaining in the battered journal, but realized I needed more space to move these thoughts forward.
   A new scribbler was required and it is now in front of me. The pages are fresh and there are many. The cover is presentable and firm, strong enough to protect the words within, at least for a time. A notebook records time, page-by-page, day by date.
   A new notebook is inspiring, or as inspiring as you make it. Right now, with me, any form of inspiration is welcome.

11/17/2023                                                                                                   j.g.l.

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