tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post1500215761974891934..comments2023-11-22T09:11:01.567+00:00Comments on George Szirtes: So now it's over...George Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889600788146987089noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-64294869064622338452010-02-14T12:56:45.693+00:002010-02-14T12:56:45.693+00:00Funerals can,perhaps, only ever be good enough, ne...Funerals can,perhaps, only ever be good enough, never quite what they should be. <br /><br />Such a beautiful poem, I'm moved by the image of Clarissa's voice breaking and your finishing it. Bless you both.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-72672022819500854522010-02-13T07:45:08.434+00:002010-02-13T07:45:08.434+00:00George, thank you sharing these past days with us....George, thank you sharing these past days with us. Our sympathies and condolences are heartfelt, even if they seem so inadequate at this time. One is torn between sounding trite and remote, yet wanting desperately to express a profound longing to provide comfort to you and your family. <br /><br /><br />The loss of a loved one is such an intensely personal experience: none of us can really know the multitude of emotions you and your family are going through. And yet your words inevitably cause me to reflect on the death of my own father, who, through your words seems close to me now. And your description of the funeral brings to mind many similar experiences too, especially the phrase "the elderly and frail rousing themselves". A prefect description of many funerals of elderly Hungarians I have attended.<br /><br />What I would like to say George is that in you sharing your own pain and emotions, they become universal. They resonant with us all, reaching into the recesses of our grief. And I do think that surely is the task of the writer: to make the personal into the universal. And for that I am deeply grateful.<br /><br />And like Mrs. S. Bower, I too would have liked to have met your father.Paul Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13042347499548245711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-46736335917901778732010-02-12T20:03:37.705+00:002010-02-12T20:03:37.705+00:00Dear Mr. Szirtes (and family),
I am so very sorry...Dear Mr. Szirtes (and family),<br /><br />I am so very sorry.<br /><br />I would have liked to have met Laszlo. <br />It sounds like he had a great attitude towards life.<br /><br />In sympathy,<br />Mrs. S. BowerSunny Bower Art Studiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11005816126023075131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638619958588096610.post-2258925724579602182010-02-12T17:03:29.614+00:002010-02-12T17:03:29.614+00:00George, I have waited until now to offer my condol...George, I have waited until now to offer my condolences.It is often after the ceremonies of death and the pressing necessities of all those things that descend when a loved one dies that one has time to reflect on what this passing means. Your poems about your father are a beautiful and lasting tribute to someone who seemed truely remarkable. Those that may not merit obituries in the national newspapers are often more deserving of praise and note. Men of 'good spirit' are precious and I look forward to learning more about him in later posts. Meanwhile I offer my condolences to both you and Clarissa.Writearoundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04820159609095158259noreply@blogger.com