Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Art of Losing

(Picture: NYC apartment last week before going to a function on campus)



Word slowly gets out.

What happened?

No comment.

I am living in NYC and can afford it.

"One Art"
By Elizabeth Bishop (Worcester, MA)

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.

Closure on November 22, 2009 to come soon...

Closure on November 22, 2010 to come later...

I might get my voice back soon.