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 . . .

this journey

How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

this season

A little cold, little wet,

a little tired and yet

I am here. Still,

full of wonder.

The morning chill leaves

little to the imagination

and much less

to hope for.

Expected, perhaps, as it

always is, this time, this

season is only what

we ask of it.

11/21/2024                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

The answers are far less certain

than even last week, to all those

perennial questions or solutions

you might seek.

 

What do you believe, or 

what do you believe in?

 

Come Monday, you have fewer 

questions than you had last week.

For a while there are less doubts

in what you believe. 

 

Whom do you believe in,

and who believes in you?

 

11/18/2024                                                                                                          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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Bad Poetry

Posted on August 18, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

August 18 is Bad Poetry Day, a day to celebrate verse or prose that someone, somewhere, considers inferior, unwarranted, or nasty.
  I don’t believe there are such things as ‘bad’ poems.
Yes, there poems that are naïve or juvenile, certainly immature, or undeveloped, just as there are misguided, pompous, or overly-technical poems. There is a lot of shitty poetry where the writer obviously stopped trying, or tried too hard.
  Of course there are poems that are unengaging, nonsensical, lifeless, flat, or underwhelming, but even those poems are not “bad”. Not really.
  The art, craft, or pursuit of poetry involves an uncanny strength of self. Hell, I’d even call it bravery. If someone undertakes to make a mark on a page, to use common language to express emotions or events, they are to be lauded for the attempt, courage, and execution.
  Even a bad poem takes initiative.
  Even bad poetry says something. The only poems that say nothing are those that remain unwritten, and even they are not ‘bad’; they have simply not been given a chance.
  Take the chance to write, even read, a poem today. Appreciate all that poetry is. You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

08/18/2018                                                j.g.l.

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