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.
Category: Uncategorised
Globalization was once the buzzword of politicians, business leaders and various masters of the universe; a term used to signify the potential for growth and prosperity sold to us, at one time, as a most favourable destination.
We, as a society (and not only that of the Western world), bought into the theory, the practice, and then the reality. We began to think past local, provincial and national, and began to look globally.
Now, amidst the expansion and contraction of rationalizations and realizations, we can only question if we have come too far too fast. The stress cracks have been noticeable over the past few decades as economies merged and borders vanished.
At one point everything looked good and the potential for peace and promise became more than possibility. We began to see the world respond to the tragedies and calamities on the other of the globe. As technologies increased and access to a greater range of media became more readily available, we began to see results as everything, everywhere, became virtual reality as swiftly as it was broadcast.
There was a wave of kindness and charity countering a tsunami, and worldwide aid rushing in response to drought and famine, and terrorism. You could, many times over, have greater faith in humankind, and could believe, over and again, that the world was growing smaller and we were becoming this global village often talked about.
Our virtues and values were fortified. We both celebrated and commiserated with strangers. Commonalities with people of other places, faiths, and circumstance, became obvious and readily available. ‘Friends’ took on a new meaning.
But with any group of people, in any limited space, the walls started closing in. We now see, at closer range, the faults of our newfound brethren. Jealousies, differences, and indifference, grew more common as forthright opinion filled our minds and media.
We could see it, hear it, loathe it, and then (with such easy access to this amazing thing called the Internet) complain about it.
Day to day in the globalized news, we are bombarded with concerns, conspiracy theories, innuendo, false truths and alternative facts. We quickly learn about this planet’s atrocities before the blood stains have even dried on the sidewalks or prayer rugs. We listen to the firsthand hatred of the bigots and bullies with the frequency of weather forecasts.
And if you listen to it long enough, or deeply enough, you become sucked into the realm of anxiety and fear.
The cracks on the surface have never been more obvious and we find ourselves wondering where it can take us, and what should we do.
We can’t turn it off, it seems. Those who want to make their views known can do so with the do-it-yourself social media platforms like Twitter and Facebook, and they can do so with an unwritten protocol and unpronounced shame.
I, too, can and do, right here. But, I like to think I exercise responsibility if not common sense and respect. I can’t say everyone has the same sort of moral compass. I can also be ignored, or avoided, if that is your choice.
It is difficult to avoid the proliferation of bullshit and bad judgement that seeps through the cracks of the conveniences we have come to rely upon. It is impossible to think of simply steeping away from the virtual behaviour that has become an integral part of our lives. We source our news online, we shop online, bank online, we communicate and carry on online.
Now, while this planet is screaming with pain, is not the time for complacency, but more a time to be more selective with what you read or follow. There are things happening that will impact our lives in ways we cannot fathom, and you should not be swayed by image and entertainment value.
Take stock of what is important to you. Find channels or themes that might bolster your spirits rather than deplete your emotional well-being. You cannot settle with only what is on the surface, but don’t get caught in the cracks.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Dense fog obliterates the beginning of our day,
surrounded by pavement and landscape with little snow to
track where we have been or what we need to know. Without
a true north to guide our direction, we are pulled further
into this element of fear. Who do, or can, we hold dear.
Winter now that of a librarian’s hush; a hint of caution but
nothing to heed, not as such. Many of us decided not to listen.
Complicit in our actions or intent, the atmosphere has
become veiled in a chorus of disjointed voices, more
about the chosen and less about the choices.
Each of us comes from somewhere else. It is how we have
grown, forever going anywhere new instead of finding
our way home. Making friendly with strangers we never
really got to know, nothing comes from nothing
and we have so little to show.
Lessons learned in how we’ve lost control of our lives, liberty
being not about how we live but how we will die. Temporary
lapse of judgement or time, conscience, or reason. We truly
have no idea what to expect of the day, of ourselves,
or the remainder of the season.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Their backs are strong, but don’t put the weight of a dying business on the shoulders of the elephants.
Ringling Bros. announced this week that the show will no longer go on. The world-famous travelling act, almost 150 years old, will stop performing in May. Attendance at the circus has been dropping steadily for years, but following a decade-old battle with animal rights groups and governments, the company pulled the elephants out of the act last May.
Apparently, the soul of the circus left with the elephants. . . along with the profits.
Once big news when the circus (any circus) pulled into town (any town), the sky-high acrobatics, strong men, human oddities, and exotic animals no longer appeal to families as they once did.
These days it takes more than the promise of a hot dog and bag of peanuts to pull a 12-year-old kid away from the Xbox.
The circus is no longer relevant in the entertainment world. You don’t have to step under the big top to see all the action; not when you have access to that type of entertainment (and more) on your laptop or handheld device.
It is all right there in the palm of your hand, and it’s not limited by time or date. In fact, there is so much entertainment with live streaming in this digital age that you don’t have to go out any more.
And it seems we aren’t.
Movie theatre revenue is down, and it’s not just the high price of tickets and popcorn that is keeping people away. Quality of the offerings is down, for the most part, and you can watch the same shitty movies at home within days of release. Or you can watch something that might be better whenever you want through any number of subscriptions services.
At one time we relied on clubs and concerts as sources of new music. Not anymore. It is easier to find new music online, and preferred. Sadly. Recently Hugh’s Room, a comfortable Toronto restaurant and live music venue, closed its doors. Once popular with the acoustic, jazz, and indie music crowd, the 200-seat room has been struggling for some time.
People simply aren’t going out to find entertainment, not if they don’t have to. Or not if there isn’t a perceived reason to go out.
So while we may rejoice that the elephants and exotic animals are no longer misused or abused to give us a few laughs or a night out with the family, and while we may think of it as quality time at home, what this shows is that we want to be surprised and delighted when it comes to entertainment.
We don’t want to see the same old sort of lion-taming or sword-swallowing, out-of-date song and dance act. We don’t want to watch yet another sequel or remake. We want to be entertained.
Or we will just entertain ourselves at home.
