Having just read this piece, really all I want to do is silently and firmly hug you. Alas covidious circumstances make this yet another loss...to be reclaimed when prudence allows. Meanwhile,
So poignant....Jane, you speak to many in your writing. Loss is constant....but let's wait in hope for the joy we surely will experience in the hugs and company of those we love. In those moment the prolonged pain we feel by their absence in our lives will be but a memory.
I love what you wrote, Jane. I'm sorry for your losses. As a divorce survivor, I know what it's like to lose a marriage, and for me it was really painful. I'm holding you in the light. "One Art" is one of my all-time favorite poems. I love the villanelle verse form, and I think it's so poignant how the poet breaks down in the final stanza, and has to push herself to "write it!"
Here is a funny parody of the poem:
Artless
(with apologies to Elizabeth Bishop)
The art of losing isn’t hard, McMaster;
so many Trump picks seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Someone’s gone every day. First came the ouster
of Michael Flynn, his rubles badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard, McMaster.
Since then we’ve just lost farther, ever faster:
Spicer, Priebus, the Scaramucci gent,
and Bannon. None of these have brought disaster.
We lost Sebastian Gorka. And look! the last, or
next-to-last, of three lead counsels went.
The art of losing isn’t hard, McMaster.
We lost two sweethearts: Porter, Hicks. And, blaster
drawn, Rex Tillerson. (That guy can vent!)
We miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the shiny head, that tonsure
we love) we shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard, McMaster,
though it may look like (*Bolton?!*) like disaster.
I feel your pain, as I’m all too familiar with those feelings. Keep sharing and keep loving, because those two things help immensely.
My dear Jane.
Having just read this piece, really all I want to do is silently and firmly hug you. Alas covidious circumstances make this yet another loss...to be reclaimed when prudence allows. Meanwhile,
accept the thought and feel it...it's real.
So poignant....Jane, you speak to many in your writing. Loss is constant....but let's wait in hope for the joy we surely will experience in the hugs and company of those we love. In those moment the prolonged pain we feel by their absence in our lives will be but a memory.
I love what you wrote, Jane. I'm sorry for your losses. As a divorce survivor, I know what it's like to lose a marriage, and for me it was really painful. I'm holding you in the light. "One Art" is one of my all-time favorite poems. I love the villanelle verse form, and I think it's so poignant how the poet breaks down in the final stanza, and has to push herself to "write it!"
Here is a funny parody of the poem:
Artless
(with apologies to Elizabeth Bishop)
The art of losing isn’t hard, McMaster;
so many Trump picks seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Someone’s gone every day. First came the ouster
of Michael Flynn, his rubles badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard, McMaster.
Since then we’ve just lost farther, ever faster:
Spicer, Priebus, the Scaramucci gent,
and Bannon. None of these have brought disaster.
We lost Sebastian Gorka. And look! the last, or
next-to-last, of three lead counsels went.
The art of losing isn’t hard, McMaster.
We lost two sweethearts: Porter, Hicks. And, blaster
drawn, Rex Tillerson. (That guy can vent!)
We miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the shiny head, that tonsure
we love) we shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard, McMaster,
though it may look like (*Bolton?!*) like disaster.
-- Cody Walker
This is brilliant. And I am holding you in the light as well.
This is beautiful and heart-wrenching and hits home. Sending all our love.