tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post1716180290031680434..comments2024-03-25T10:07:31.278-07:00Comments on There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: Poetry Friday: The Art of LosingRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-86361184510152996502013-05-12T18:40:38.675-07:002013-05-12T18:40:38.675-07:00Thanks for sharing this poem. We've been mourn...Thanks for sharing this poem. We've been mourning the loss of a beautiful young woman in my family this week, and Bishop's poem really hits home. Catherinehttp://readingtothecore.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-52105417430013867842013-05-12T11:03:49.712-07:002013-05-12T11:03:49.712-07:00Hi, Ruth. I agree -- we can never know how close a...Hi, Ruth. I agree -- we can never know how close a person is to "losing it" emotionally. That's what I love about "One Art," that the narrator (like so many people) tries to fool the reader into thinking she's managing all these losses just fine until the poem's close. I've seen friends survive through unthinkable losses. There are good days and bad. I hope there are more good days ahead for you.Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-68800800711337359402013-05-11T10:20:43.257-07:002013-05-11T10:20:43.257-07:00Loss strips away our defenses, makes us vulnerable...Loss strips away our defenses, makes us vulnerable in ways we would not choose to reveal, gives us the choice to run away from or into the Truth. I'm not sure that art is ever perfected. Blessings and peace to you as you continue to grieve every loss, and sometimes they are not just physical ones.Dorainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04421672075192660319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-85837047381218419902013-05-11T06:26:33.079-07:002013-05-11T06:26:33.079-07:00The great thing about poetry is the feeling that s...The great thing about poetry is the feeling that someone else has been there before and has come through to write about it. Keep reading. Keep writing.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-66894306495417315722013-05-11T04:37:19.639-07:002013-05-11T04:37:19.639-07:00We always need to recharge from the disasters, big...We always need to recharge from the disasters, big and small -- I think the worst part might be when you can't figure out how. Here's hoping you can find a bit of solace in our Poetry Friday camaraderie, Ruth. Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-24400088132825698842013-05-11T03:48:19.348-07:002013-05-11T03:48:19.348-07:00We don't like to remember that loss, whether i...We don't like to remember that loss, whether it is gradual or cataclysmic, is built right into the whole system. It's part of The Plan. It's as necessary as love. They balance each other. They make the other possible.<br /><br />So why do we need to PRACTICE loss, Ms. Bishop? Why can't we focus on shoring ourselves up for loss with loves (both large and small)?Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-21972573278245618202013-05-10T19:54:27.203-07:002013-05-10T19:54:27.203-07:00I guess the key is what is lost - your glasses? y...I guess the key is what is lost - your glasses? your entire city? Th eons you love? Mastering loss is a matter of scale I think....such a wonderful poem, Ruth.Tara @ A Teaching Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07195982194362559883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-1441039780927442662013-05-10T15:50:52.084-07:002013-05-10T15:50:52.084-07:00I've been reading this poem this week too.I've been reading this poem this week too. Liz Steinglasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14614059299412727544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-2152444619518196552013-05-10T09:22:52.724-07:002013-05-10T09:22:52.724-07:00Sending hugs to you as you reflect on the tragic e...Sending hugs to you as you reflect on the tragic earthquake. Bishop's poem is one of those to return to again and again, a timeless, albeit painful message.jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-49119100648623002732013-05-10T08:56:14.360-07:002013-05-10T08:56:14.360-07:00But do we need to make progress toward the mastery...But do we need to make progress toward the mastery, Ruth. It is a wonderful poem, sharing so many of the feelings, yet I think that each loss is somehow different, and the mastery held differently too. I read your earlier post that seemed almost like you held back because to do otherwise would be too painful. Thank you for the thoughtful post.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-33924316866201329842013-05-10T08:51:09.729-07:002013-05-10T08:51:09.729-07:00Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday!Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday!Anastasia Suenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14452503209711610454noreply@blogger.com