jonno leaps
Here's the man in action. In suspension.
At least I can post images again now.
posted by Diorissi at 8:15 AM
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Here's the man in action. In suspension.
At least I can post images again now.
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2 Comments:
Leaping and Losing
Doris,
Lost your profile! We've all done it. Never be able to turn sideways on again.
Am pasting in below lovely poem I just heard on a Radio 3 writing programme about losing things. Also had a good piece of advice from (I think it was) poet Wendy Cope:
“I have known people, v clever, talented people who didn’t have the humility to write the bad stuff you have to write before you write the good stuff. Even now I write things that aren’t good, but that time isn’t wasted because it gets you in the right frame of mind and something good may follow.”
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3/writinglab/pip/ff9f9/
which ought to humble me back to the scribbling board.
xxx
One Art
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.
-- Elizabeth Bishop
(found text on blog that makes me think of Ruth Villiers …)
http://thedisorganizedlibrarian.blogspot.com/2007/01/art-of-falling-isnt-hard-to-master.html
I once would have replied - my profile is one I wouldn't mind losing - with my nose I could lend it to the wicked witch of the west! But after smashing my face up after a cycle race in the dark where I hit a poorly illumined gate, I vowed I would never bitch about my face again if only I ceased to resemble Marlon Brando in Heart of Darkness.
So there's another thing I've lost! the right to grizzle.
Gorgeous poem about losing things - that gentle art of the unconvinced understatement giving us access to those deeper recesses of the poet.
And heartening stuff about writing - the agony of engagement - of putting it down and finding it less perfect than it seemed when only dimly grasped at in thought.
Dxxx
Lovely to have this new blogspace re-peopled.
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