Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.
-- Iris Murdoch, A Severed Head --


Have a great Wednesday!
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've read no Murdoch, but have wanted to ever since seeing the film Iris. To write of loss seems such a common theme, doesn't it?
And perhaps that is a good thing...maybe it means that we humans have not totally lost the art of appreciating those things of great value in our lives.

My favorite poem of loss:

One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Anonymous said...

Creepy title!
C.