![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Mar. 2nd, 2010
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.
-"One Art"
Elizabeth Bishop
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.
-"One Art"
Elizabeth Bishop
The curse of Burton
Mar. 2nd, 2010 02:01 pmThis Sunday will mark the fourth time I've tried to see the Tim Burton exhibit at MoMA. What will foil me this time- blizzards? Illness? A plague of undead mutant space dinosaurs (led, of course, by Elizabeth the first- but that's another story)? Place your bets, Internet!
(Just in case the dinosaurs get me, I'm reposting a link to Fireriven's New Steps, a fic set in the Strictly Ballroom universe, and quite lovely.)
(Just in case the dinosaurs get me, I'm reposting a link to Fireriven's New Steps, a fic set in the Strictly Ballroom universe, and quite lovely.)
(no subject)
Mar. 2nd, 2010 03:37 pmThis was originally going to be a comment in someone else's LJ; instead, I posted it here, with certain details redacted, John Scalzi's Statute of Limitations aside:
I've had an awkward reaction to (huge spoiler involving character death in an SF TV show): although I've seen a few episodes, and enjoyed them, I can't really claim to have been involved in those characters, the way I was with the X-Men when issue #137 came out, or with the crew of the Enterprise, when Star Trek II was released. (I very rarely watch TV; if I did, I'd get even less done in a day than I do.) Instead, I feel a bit awkward when I see that show now, as entertaining as it is: as though there was this person most of my friends knew, and they were posting all over the net about what a great guy he was, but he and I never wound up crossing paths. For my friends, I feel the somewhat awkward sadness one feels when one arrives at a wake; for myself, it'll always be a bit sad, watching that show, and feeling as though I'm looking through a photo album of someone since departed. One of the sadder aspects of the Internet, and its ability to bring people together through common interests: that so often, those interests are based around grief.
Rest in peace, (character).
I've had an awkward reaction to (huge spoiler involving character death in an SF TV show): although I've seen a few episodes, and enjoyed them, I can't really claim to have been involved in those characters, the way I was with the X-Men when issue #137 came out, or with the crew of the Enterprise, when Star Trek II was released. (I very rarely watch TV; if I did, I'd get even less done in a day than I do.) Instead, I feel a bit awkward when I see that show now, as entertaining as it is: as though there was this person most of my friends knew, and they were posting all over the net about what a great guy he was, but he and I never wound up crossing paths. For my friends, I feel the somewhat awkward sadness one feels when one arrives at a wake; for myself, it'll always be a bit sad, watching that show, and feeling as though I'm looking through a photo album of someone since departed. One of the sadder aspects of the Internet, and its ability to bring people together through common interests: that so often, those interests are based around grief.
Rest in peace, (character).