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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. Vir: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15212
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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.

JBjeve priprave na snemanje

Nekaj dni nazaj sem omenila, da je JB rahlo depresiven, ker mu še nisem pokazala scenarija, zlobnih soigralcev in brhkih soigralk.

Ko sem mu povedala, da ste predlagali celo paleto zlobcev — mimogrede, niti za trenutek nisem podvomila v vas in vaše ideje — je ponorel od veselja. Od same zagnanosti se je slekel v perilo, a pri tem pozabil, da ga od šoka nad tem dejanjem ne bom preveč dobro narisala. Ni mu bilo mar. Pogledal je v strop in vzdihnil “O baba presneta, kje si se vzela?! In ti mi boš šefica, al kaj?!” Ni mi bilo mar.

Ko sva dorekla nekaj podrobnosti glede njegovega imidža, mi je takoj demonstriral gibe, ki jih je tri mesece vadil pred ogledalom.

Žal sem mu morala predočiti problem glede izbire njegovega slovenskega imena. Rekel je, da bi najraje bil Jarek in Metlica, a bo preživel tudi vse druge predloge. Zabičal mi je, da ga naj ne obremenjujem s takšnimi podrobnostmi kot so izbira njegovega imena, ustvarjanje neotesanih preobratov v zgodbi, ličenje lepotic in sinhronizacija govora.

Iz seznama imen, ki ste jih predlagali za JBja, moram izbrati eno, nadalje moram narisati vse predlagane zlobce in napisati osnutek scenarija, ki ga bom poslala v oplemenitenje k Si.R.-u.

Toliko, da boste na tekočem, kaj se dogaja… Verjetno vas bom še prosila za pomoč 😉