Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Tonight I Wished Upon A Star ...

Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chris Isaak

G --, I miss you.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

If We Were Back In Yorkshire ...

... I would be reading this aloud as you drove, exploring the Hadrian Wall and St Bede's writings.

The Million-Dollar Man, Lana del Rey

... hold me tight, and we'll have one more hour ...

Saturday, August 2, 2014

On The Brink Of Life's Dividing Sea

Here is a most wonderful sonnet by Christina Rossetti, "An Echo from Willow-Wood" (ca. 1870):

Two gazed into a pool, he gazed and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
Pale and reluctant on the water's brink,
As on the brink of parting which must be,
Each eyed the other's aspect, she and he,
Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
Each tasted bitterness which both  must drink,
There on the brink of life's dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
Two wistful faces craving each for each,
Resolute and reluctant without speech: --
A sudden ripple made the faces flow,
One moment joined, to vanish out of reach:
So those hearts joined, and ah were parted so.

Monday, July 28, 2014

There's A Kind Of A Hush ...

There's A Kind Of Hush, Herman's Hermits

... the only sound you heard when I whispered in your ear ... "I will love you forever and ever."


I feel really good tonight.  Earlier today I sorted out Virginia Woolf's The Waves. I posted at my literature site:
Virginia Woolf remains my favorite author, or perhaps better said, the author that is most important for me.

I have transcribed -- completely, word for word -- two of her novels: Mrs Dalloway and The Waves. In transcribing Mrs Dalloway I discovered on my own that it was a "prose poem," something I did not know existed until then, and then discovered I had "re-invented the wheel," as they say. Having said that, it was one of the best "literature" things I have ever done, transcribing Mrs Dalloway in free verse.

I transcribed The Waves for a number of reasons. It is perhaps the most difficult to follow, and yet it is considered by many to be her best novel. In addition, closer to home, a close family friend, Ellen, considers it her favorite novel.

Mostly because I could not understand it, I transcribed The Waves.

Today I added the following to that transcription:
Perhaps somewhere else I tried to correlate the Greek party-goers and the characters in The Waves with Virginia Woolf’s circle, but if I did not, a couple of thoughts:
Jinny: serial lover of men, can only be Nessa, (Vanessa, Virginia’s sister; who had at least three lovers)
Percival: can only be Thoby; a he-man who died falling off a horse; Virginia worshipped her brother Thoby
Neville: homosexual; could only be Clive Bell, Nessa’s husband
Susan: possibly Virginia – Jinny’s life partner through extension of Greek counterparts
Socrates: could Virginia’s husband Leonard Woolf be Socrates?
Bernard is the storyteller in The Waves which is most likely Lytton Strachey. From wiki: he is best known for establishing a new form of biography in which psychological insight and sympathy are combined with irreverence and wit. His biography Queen Victoria (1921) was awarded the James Tait Black Memorial Prize. He was perhaps best known for his Eminent Victorians.
Rhoda is the youngest; I can’t think of a third woman in Virginia Woolf's circle; it was just Virginia and Vanessa, and many men: Leslie, Thoby, Adrian, Clive, Duncan Grant, Lytton Strachey. Roger Fry was also one of Vanessa’s lovers – she had at least three lovers: Clive, whom she married; Duncan Grant, whom she probably loved most, if I remember correctly; and, Roger Fry. There were several women in the group, but less well-known: Dora Carrington, Angelica Garnett, Julia Strachey, Molly (Mary) MacCarthy, Lydia Lopokova. Based on the linked essay below, Rhoda was most liked modeled after Mary MacCarthy. 
A superb essay, by the way on The Waves and the Bloomsbury Group: Utopian Wholes: Virginia Woolf's The Waves and the Bloomsbury Group

Monday, July 21, 2014

Shadows In A Mirror Tell Me I'm Old, Shadows In A Mirror Tell Me We're Through

Shadows In A Mirror, Chris Isaac

I re-live and re-live the last evening that we ever saw each other.

I'm watching somebody's world at an end.
And wondering if someday we'll love again.
Shadows in a mirror tell me that I'm wrong.
Shadows in a mirror, tell me that we're through.

Oh and I, I still need your love.
I can't see my life darling without you.