{"id":3237,"date":"2013-05-15T11:53:32","date_gmt":"2013-05-15T18:53:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/?p=3237"},"modified":"2013-05-15T17:34:03","modified_gmt":"2013-05-16T00:34:03","slug":"the-panic-of-loss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/?p=3237","title":{"rendered":"The Panic of Loss"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Forgetting is an inescapable part of life.  We often forget the details of yesterday and as the years go by we forget much more than we remember.<br \/>\n<div id=\"attachment_3241\" style=\"width: 227px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Les-fleurs-de-loubli-009.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3241\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Les-fleurs-de-loubli-009-217x300.jpg\" alt=\"Michel Bellaiche, &quot;Les Fleurs de l&#039;Oubli,&quot; acrylic and ink, 50 x 65 cm\" width=\"217\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3241\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Les-fleurs-de-loubli-009-217x300.jpg 217w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Les-fleurs-de-loubli-009-742x1024.jpg 742w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/05\/Les-fleurs-de-loubli-009.jpg 1390w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 217px) 100vw, 217px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-3241\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Michel Bellaiche, &#8220;Les Fleurs de l&#8217;Oubli,&#8221; acrylic and ink, 50 x 65 cm<\/p><\/div><br \/>\nParadoxically, it is sometimes the most important events of life that we forget.   Traumatic or stressful moments can cause memory to be repressed.  It is a survival mechanism to let us escape and function normally.  But the repressed memory is not truly forgotten.  The feelings remain with and the issues get harder to resolve.  Art expresses emotions in a way  that can unlock those feelings.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bellaiche.net\/\" title=\"Michel Bellaiche\" target=\"_blank\">Michel Bellaiche<\/a>\u2019s new painting, <em>Les Fleurs de l\u2019Oubli<\/em>, expresses this dilemma vividly.  The flowers that fill the man\u2019s head have left him on the verge of disintegration.<\/p>\n<p>Forgetting is effortless when it happens instinctively but lesser pains can be hard to forget.  Many times we wish that we could just erase our memory of those moments we regret.  Our minds stubbornly refuse to let go of these unhappy recollections.  Barzin is facing the same issue.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.barzinh.com\/\" title=\"Barzin\" target=\"_blank\">Barzin<\/a> is a Canadian singer-songwriter of Iranian origin. He is intrigued by memory, how it works, and the fine line that separates forgetting and repression. His often melancholy music reflects a deep appreciation of quietness and minimalism. Barzin has released three albums and toured extensively throughout the world. His music has been featured in several films, documentaries, and TV programs.  A major motion picture directed by <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Luis_Prieto_(director)\" title=\"Luis Prieto\">Luis Prieto<\/a> uses a song from his latest album. Barzin\u2019s song<em> Nobody Told Me<\/em> is about the struggle to forget.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/esDnhqEtKo8?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Is forgetting ever really the right decision?  Isn\u2019t it an escape from discomfort leaving issues unresolved?  To be truly free from them we must not flee from unpleasant experiences but transcend them.  This is the lesson of the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Zen\" title=\"Zen\" target=\"_blank\">Zen<\/a> parable of the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Ten_Bulls\" title=\"Ten Bulls\" target=\"_blank\">Ten Bulls<\/a>. <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Leonard_Cohen\" title=\"Leonard Cohen\" target=\"_blank\">Leonard Cohen<\/a>\u2019s Ballad of the Lost Mare tells this story in a beautiful poetic form.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vbFOiIKVmRA?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Say a prayer for the cowboy<br \/>\nHis mare&#8217;s run away<br \/>\nAnd he&#8217;ll walk til he finds her<br \/>\nHis darling, his stray<br \/>\nbut the river&#8217;s in flood<br \/>\nand the roads are awash<br \/>\nand the bridges break up<br \/>\nin the panic of loss. <\/p>\n<p>And there&#8217;s nothing to follow<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s nowhere to go<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s gone like the summer<br \/>\ngone like the snow<br \/>\nAnd the crickets are breaking<br \/>\nhis heart with their song<br \/>\nas the day caves in<br \/>\nand the night is all wrong <\/p>\n<p>Did he dream, was it she<br \/>\nwho went galloping past<br \/>\nand bent down the fern<br \/>\nbroke open the grass<br \/>\nand printed the mud with<br \/>\nthe iron and the gold<br \/>\nthat he nailed to her feet<br \/>\nwhen he was the lord <\/p>\n<p>And although she goes grazing<br \/>\na minute away<br \/>\nhe tracks her all night<br \/>\nhe tracks her all day<br \/>\nOh blind to her presence<br \/>\nexcept to compare<br \/>\nhis injury here<br \/>\nwith her punishment there <\/p>\n<p>Then at home on a branch<br \/>\nin the highest tree<br \/>\na songbird sings out<br \/>\nso suddenly<br \/>\nAh the sun is warm<br \/>\nand the soft winds ride<br \/>\non the willow trees<br \/>\nby the river side <\/p>\n<p>Oh the world is sweet<br \/>\nthe world is wide<br \/>\nand she&#8217;s there where<br \/>\nthe light and the darkness divide<br \/>\nand the steam&#8217;s coming off her<br \/>\nshe&#8217;s huge and she&#8217;s shy<br \/>\nand she steps on the moon<br \/>\nwhen she paws at the sky <\/p>\n<p>And she comes to his hand<br \/>\nbut she&#8217;s not really tame<br \/>\nShe longs to be lost<br \/>\nhe longs for the same<br \/>\nand she&#8217;ll bolt and she&#8217;ll plunge<br \/>\nthrough the first open pass<br \/>\nto roll and to feed<br \/>\nin the sweet mountain grass <\/p>\n<p>Or she&#8217;ll make a break<br \/>\nfor the high plateau<br \/>\nwhere there&#8217;s nothing above<br \/>\nand there&#8217;s nothing below<br \/>\nand it&#8217;s time for the burden<br \/>\nit&#8217;s time for the whip<br \/>\nWill she walk through the flame<br \/>\nCan he shoot from the hip <\/p>\n<p>So he binds himself<br \/>\nto the galloping mare<br \/>\nand she binds herself<br \/>\nto the rider there<br \/>\nand there is no space<br \/>\nbut there&#8217;s left and right<br \/>\nand there is no time<br \/>\nbut there&#8217;s day and night <\/p>\n<p>And he leans on her neck<br \/>\nand he whispers low<br \/>\n&#8220;Whither thou goest<br \/>\nI will go&#8221;<br \/>\nAnd they turn as one<br \/>\nand they head for the plain<br \/>\nNo need for the whip<br \/>\nAh, no need for the rein <\/p>\n<p>Now the clasp of this union<br \/>\nwho fastens it tight?<br \/>\nWho snaps it asunder<br \/>\nthe very next night<br \/>\nSome say the rider<br \/>\nSome say the mare<br \/>\nOr that love&#8217;s like the smoke<br \/>\nbeyond all repair <\/p>\n<p>But my darling says<br \/>\n&#8220;Leonard, just let it go by<br \/>\nThat old silhouette<br \/>\non the great western sky&#8221;<br \/>\nSo I pick out a tune<br \/>\nand they move right along<br \/>\nand they&#8217;re gone like the smoke<br \/>\nand they&#8217;re gone like this song\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\r\n\t<div style=\"\">\r\n\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-count=\"vertical\" data-text=\"The Panic of Loss\" data-url=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/?p=3237\" >Tweet<\/a>\r\n\t<\/div>\r\n\t<script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"http:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\"><\/script>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Forgetting is an inescapable part of life. We often forget the details of yesterday and as the years go by we forget much more than we remember. Paradoxically, it is sometimes the most important events of life that we forget. Traumatic or stressful moments can cause memory to be repressed. 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