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 . . .

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    Kismet, naturally or unexpectedly,
holds sway on this or any other day.
       If we choose to notice.
       If we permit ourselves to linger
a moment or three in a transitive state 
between elements of darkness and bright, 
           morning quells emotions and
   disruptive thoughts we once embraced.

03/26/2024                                                                                     j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Dented, bruised, scuffed up and circumstantial, the imperfections are obvious.
   It goes past superficial.
   Seeking more than a cover-up, healing is necessary.
   Hope is less than present but needed, so I try to do what I need to do. Each attempt to repair the damage that is done — the day-in-day out flaws that have become ingrained in my psyche — is another step.
   It takes effort. It takes encouragement, and it takes understanding even if I can’t completely comprehend the history that led up to the marks on the façade.
   I need to do the work.
   At times trying is the best I can do when I know I want to do better.

03/25/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

the weather still

‘When’ is a question greater than ‘why’.
   Important it is to know ‘when’ something will happen, rather than ‘what’ or ‘where’, because ‘when’ always involves a wait (that’s ‘when’ the ‘why’ kicks in).
   Our patience is tested.
   ‘When will we get there’ or ‘when is it time’? Both questions of our youth, at least, questions of mine.
   Spring has arrived, but ‘when’ will it come? The weather still indicates winter is hardly done.
   How can we wait, or ‘why’ is it we must? You might only find the answers ‘when’ you are ready to trust.

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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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For Only A While

Posted on October 1, 2016 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

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Poetry is power, and poetry is
a weakness, as much cowardice
as courage. A delightful
contradiction, it sucks at your
soul, and, like a fussy infant,
cannot wait to be fed. More.
Not to be silenced until sated.
Nourished then,
it so slips into gentle slumber,
life’s rhythm allowing dreams and
sweet solace, only to wake soiled
and screaming. Comfort comes
with a soothing voice, gentle touch,
and reassurance. Flesh and blood,
innocent for only a while, it grows
alongside you, until it stands
on its own.
Poetry.
You give it life, then it to you.
                                                                   j.g.l.

 

Participate

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Art is what art does.
There are no rules, and
the boundaries are trampled
with footprints of those
who dare to step over. Art
is both public, and deeply
personal. It is never the same,
and the attraction is uniquely
individual. If the art comes from
what is in your heart, you will
never copy anyone. Be original.
No two souls feel the same way.
Participate in the process,
create for your self, and people
will find their way to your art.

The weekend in Toronto,
ART IS EVERYWHERE.
From sunset on Saturday to
Sunday’s sunrise, there will be
art and artists taking part in
NUIT BLANCHE.
There is something for everybody
right through the night, and it is
FREE. Google it, look for it, talk
about it, support it and, most
importantly, ENJOY IT.
Isn’t that what art is all about?

I’ll be
sharing some of my poetry
as one of the
many performers in

KORSI at The Gardiner Museum.
I’ll be reading at 8:30 p.m., and
then
later in the night, or early in
the morn,
some time between
dusk and dawn.

I won’t be the only poet, and there
will be belly dancing, singing,
palm reading, story telling, and
a lot of music.


KORSI, an installation by
Toronto’s Maziar Ghaderi,
follows a reinterpreted Iranian
tradition in the spirit of community
and togetherness.

Come and share the night

The Gardiner Museum
111 Queens Park

Oct. 1 – 2 7 p.m. – 7 a.m.

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