“Life is a Jigsaw”: Literary Shapes and Private Thoughts

Bristo Square, Edinburgh

Several years ago, while lost in self-image concerns, a phrase came into my head: “life is a jigsaw”. I don’t know many people who have since disagreed with that metaphor.

My introspective thought has long revolved around shapes. George Puttenham’s Arte of English Poesie (1569), which describes the properties of shapes, reminds us of how literature can be discursive, delving into optics, mathematics, and science.

It got me thinking about thought (a unhealthy paradox, if ever there is one), and how so much that challenges subjective realms of thought must owe itself to literature.

Two Circles

Circles, as I tried to grasp 18 months ago, hold the deepest significance to me. When I was making the daunting steps into adulthood, it became necessary to find a sort of consolation mechanism for the gaps that life presented.

Faced with that conundrum, I came to depict my psychological wellbeing as two circles. The inner circle was Assets, the outer was Need. For them to touch would be true contentment; the degree they are apart would represent longing.

Different factors influence how the two might expand or contract. A man who wants for little will have smaller, more stable circles; a man with high hopes (or bad luck) risks much heartache should the gap between dream and reality become far apart.

We might think here to Robert Browning: ‘A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, / Or what’s a Heaven for?’ Perhaps a poet responds more acutely to longing than anything else.]

Two Circles: Need and Asset (Love)

The key influence for this, I think, has to be John Donne:

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

(John Donne, ‘A Valediction, Forbidding Mourning’)

Donne’s conceit combines the geometric and the geographic to deliver profound surety. The circle becomes a means of consolation for Donne, reducing the impact of his imminent journey from his ill wife. But as well as a symbol of completeness, it is also one of distance and separation.

Surely, then, I am far from the first to imagine something along these lines.

Nevertheless, there is still value in discovering for ourselves how these emotions work: in particular, what it means to gauge personal ambition alongside a constantly changing reality and how we might react when things go wrong.

It does not always work. The most knowledgeable man can be an unhappy one. Sad things befall us unexpectedly. But we almost always feel better about what is understood or explained rather than what is not.

To happen upon a literary explanation that fits our own thought pattern tends to be very pleasing. To find a semblance of control truly matters.

Jigsaws and Mosaics

At this aforementioned recollection of the “jigsaw”, the response to irrational thought was to introduce the mosaic to the fold.

The jigsaw is a collection of small pieces; some jagged, some smooth; some with slots, some with holes. It pieces together through either luck, assiduous effort, or sheer coincidence. We hope to complete our life jigsaw in the pursuit of ultimate happiness.

But pieces, like people, go missing. And, chameleon-like, they change shape. Irrespective of our efforts, the picture alters.

Perhaps we’re tempted to see the jigsaw as an implicit mirror, which is there to mask – as perhaps poetry does – what we dare not see in its explicit form. To stand on the edge of the land of Asset, and not even see the shores of Need on the horizon is a bleak foresight.

Jigsaw Metaphor

The mosaic, on the other hand, fascinates because it demands attention to perspective and propinquity. Pieces that are unrelated suddenly become related. To see less is, paradoxically, to see more.

The mosaic has a rustic, untempered, material quality combined with a beauty and finesse that captures the glory of the human imagination.

It has much to offer literature too. The translation of an Italian text on art and eloquence shows distinct echoes of Donne in its imagery:

Style, given only to Wits enriched with high fancies; for all is dissolved Pearls, and beaten Gold, the office of sublime Souls… It composeth the draughts of the things it representeth with a precious Mosaick of a thousand Ingenious Conceits.

Daniello Bartoli (trans. Thomas Salusbury), The Learned Man Defended and Reform’d (1660).

The mosaic symbolises the transfer of high-culture from the continent, and naturally becomes a focus of travel writing.

There are countless examples of ekphrastic writings recommending visits of “Mosaic Work” in Italy and the Vatican.

Florence is a new Town, but one of the most beautiful in all Italy… You may see a New way of Mosaick Work, wherein the figure is completed most delicately, both as to the parts and Colours thereof, by the Natural Colours of the several pieces of Stones assembled together; and which is strange, all the lights and shadows requisite in Painting is herein observed; So that they can imitate Nature almost as fully this way as in Painting itself.

…the particular Pieces that compose it, are of different Figures according as the colours require; for example, a Cherrie because it is all of one Colour, therefore it may be represented by a Red stone of a round Figure in one Piece, but the Stalk of it must be of another different figure: But in the old way, all the pieces were Quadrangular, whatsoever might be the colour or thing to be represented, and of this kind of Mosaick you will see a most excellent Piece in St. Peters Church at Rome, representing St. Michael the Arch-Angel treading upon the Devil.

Sir Andrew Balfour, Letters Write to a Friend, Containing Excellent Directions and Advices For Travelling thro’ France and Italy (1700).

Even at the turn of the eighteenth century, the mosaic was still being introduced into the fashions and ideas of the time.

St Peter's Basilica

Mosaics and Elegy

Having worked on elegy for the past month, it is delightful to see how the mosaic graces a farewell.

An anonymous send-off for two church ministers who died on the same day in 1676 employs the imagery to rich effect.

Verses are Vain, your Memory’s more safe
For Cherubims shall Write your Epitaph,
Which in Mosaick Work with Diamonds Bright
Is Drawn in Heaven, and Read by its own Light.

Anon, An elegy upon the death of two eminent ministers of the Gospel, Mr. Pledger and Mr. Wells (1676).

A frequently used topos in early-modern elegy was the insufficiency of words to reflect upon death. To see the mosaic used as a valedictory device is strangely consoling.

Shaping Lives

Of course, such analogies and shapes grow ever more complicated with time.

The dawn of social networking has made this circular theory all the more unstable and troubling, and created many more pieces to our fractilic jigsaws.

To witness everyone else’s successes, achievements, and voracious activity is often to feel the gaps straining in our own deficiencies, and to widen the chasm between the two circles.

It has never been more important to invest some time and energy into the perplexing and precious arts of understanding oneself.

[2:15]
Time is just a circle
To keep us inside
Closer to home.

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2 thoughts on ““Life is a Jigsaw”: Literary Shapes and Private Thoughts

  1. If only the circles of Need and Asset worked like the ones that nature has given us: the eye. The pupil is Asset, the iris is Need and beyond the eye is what’s available. When we step into darkness, the muscles in the iris react accordingly: Need adjusts Assets, the inner circle expands,* and we make the most of what light is available. When we step into light and risk being dazzled, the iris again reacts: Need adjusts Assets and the inner circle becomes that bit more selective. Incidentally, it turns out that the etymology of the ocular use of pupil, based on reflection and perception, is fascinating, and I would be delighted to hear your thoughts if you agree. 🙂

    You mention the F non-word, and will be familiar with Professor Robin Dunbar’s associated remarks (Eureka, March 2011 issue) that ‘there is a limit on the number of people we can hold in mind and have a meaningful relationship with. That number is about 150 and is set by the size of your brain.’ He goes on to write that ‘the quality of your relationships depends on the amount of time you invest in them. We invest a lot in a small number of people and then distribute what’s left among as many others as we can. The problem is that the less time we invest in a relationship, the more our emotional engagement with that person declines’. Facebook forces us then (or should) to consider not just the size of our Asset circle but its makeup: quality versus quantity, muscle versus fat, old time’s sake versus present time’s sake (if not, even more scarily, future time’s sake). Indeed, this manner of interrogation doesn’t make life any easier, but we owe it to those whom we have encircled through more than just a nostalgic click – and who have encircled us likewise.

    *This is surely the only possible interpretation of Kajagoogoo’s “Moving in circles, won’t you dilate … hush-hush, eye-to-eye”?

    • Thank you. What a fabulous analogy. Perhaps a compound conceit, if such a thing can exist. Certainly I like the idea that the two circles which are one, like the eye, might be a mirror unto the soul. That, in turn, makes me think of physics and light. Only when red and green and blue cross can the light be white and whole.

      From the OED’s list, I love the old adage (seventeenth century?) of the pupil as the apple of the eye, especially given its appearance in Knightmare. I equally love the fairly recent insinuation of the pupil (or asset here, perhaps) being the true beauty of the eye. I did not know about the association of pupil with butterfly wings, but that has a fabulous and vulnerable delicacy to it as well.

      You’re very right, of course. I may have written recently about the merits of keeping things simple, but our asset love is not quantified by a Facebook number or anything straightforward. It’s a product of quality and quantity; a foundation of confidence in friends and family; a sense of accomplishment in terms of who and what we have, and how we make it build. For me, learning how to be satisfied has been ridiculously tough, but I’d hope it’s one of life’s finer lessons and rewards when peace finally manifests itself.

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