i’ve been losing…

January 22nd, 2005

Listenin to the radio a lot

…a lot of things lately. My favourite pen (a Rotring Art Pen with an extra fine nib), half a credit card (don’t ask), one of the little rubber feet off the bottom of my Powerbook, oh yes, and a relationship that has been central for my life for nearly two years.

My credit card company have already replaced the lost half of the card with a new one - a whole one this time. So I suppose that’s a gain. I’m going to order myself a new Art Pen very soon. No doubt it must even be possible to get new Powerbook feet, but I don’t know where yet. The relationship of course isn’t so easily replaced… Bother.

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8 Responses to “i’ve been losing…”

  1. O Says:

    Except maybe in the case of the painful loss of that relationship, lost items often reveal their location simultaneous with their replacement. ::thrive! O

  2. m Says:

    Pray to St Christopher… sorry to hear about your losses Michael. Its a bad time of year for this kind of stuff. I’m going to send you virtually some spinach & brussels sprouts soup with a dab of creme frache. That’s what I’m just about to make. After a blustery but bright walk on the beach.Lots of excited dogs.

  3. Frederick Says:

    Michael,
    sorry to hear about the upset to your life. I hope it offers you a chance to find new doors opening and gives you lots of material for a new edition of the lovely Beany! Don’t let the blues escape the journals! They are as imporatant to record as everything else.
    Maybe it can be an inspiration to you to paint a series of Blue objects till you recover?
    Hugs,
    Frederick

  4. Anne Says:

    Sorry to hear about your losses…however a positive note……generally we lose things to make room for something better. If your teacup is full, you cannot pour anymore in or it floweth over, a half empty cup or half full one leaves room for new. As one door closes another one opens….quite often we spend more time looking at the one that shut on our face and hurting than looking at the one that invites us in….so be curious……understand that you hurt and look up…..this or better is a good motto.
    ((((((((MICHAEL))))))) virtual hug!
    Anne

  5. Susan Says:

    Oh, my! So sorry about your lost relationship. But the way you led up to it in your post, by itemizing the smaller things lost first, reminded me so much of Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “One Art.” Was that on purpose? Here’s the poem below:

    ONE ART
    By Elizabeth Bishop

    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.

     

  6. SB Says:

    Oh, someone beat me to the Bishop! & none have said it better.

  7. davinian Says:

    Michael, you will find the other 3 rubber feet will also fall off now - I had the same problem - I managed to find 3, in fact I have 3 in a pot on my desk - but the other one has eluded me :-(

  8. Amy Says:

    I don’t think there’s much more to add to the beautiful comments above.
    I just want to say the way you drew that radio/stereo is so cool. I love the use of texture on the speaker.

    Even in your troubling times, you create such joy and beauty.
    You live and love this life and it shows.
    Rock on, my strong friend!

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