I Can't Help It, If I'm Still In Love With You -- Suzy Bogguss ... And, I Still Miss Someone

The title says it all --

I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You, Susy Bogguss

... and, I still miss someone ...

I Still Miss Someone, Suzy Bogguss

I Will Always Love You --

I'm sure I've posted another version of this somewhere on this blog, but if not --

I Will Always Love You, Linda Ronstads; lyrics/song by Dolly Parton

Yes, I will always love you.

I Wonder What She's Doing Tonight?

The lyrics don't fit the situation at all, but I do wonder what she's doing tonight?

I Wonder What She's Doing Tonight, Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart

You Are My Rose Marie ...

Rose Marie, Slim Whitman

Tonight I Wished Upon A Star ...

Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chris Isaak
G --, I miss you.

Not A Moment Goes By ...

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 ...

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.

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."

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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. 

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.

I Still Miss Someone ...

I Still Miss Someone, Emmy Lou Harris

.... not a day goes by ...

Not A Single Day Goes By That I'm Not Thinking About You

Not a day goes by that I am not thinking of you. Not a single day.

It looks like the new Roy Orbison "Mystery Girl Deluxe (CD/DVD) is available, having been released May 19, 2014. Initial Amazon customer reviews suggest it should be a good album.

If There Is One Woman ....

... who takes me back to those halcyon days ... it's Audrey Hepburn in "Wait Until Dark."

Not a day goes by that I don't remember those halcyon days.

Summertime Sadness

I'm on the home stretch -- returning home to Texas after spending a week with my dad in Williston, North Dakota. I drove round-trip; I love the long cross-country drives.

Summertime Sadness, Lana Del Rey

Going through Oklahoma City brings back bittersweet memories. This may be one of the few times I see it during the day; I'm usually driving through it at night.

Not A Day Goes By ...

... thinking of you ... always.

The Kilburn White Horse

No music video.

Simply reminiscing about that cold, windy day above the Kilburn White Horse. I believe that was one of the first outings we had together. I was completely lost geographically and emotionally. Today, while reading Stonehenge: A New Interpretation of Prehistoric Man and the Cosmos, John North, c. 1996, I happened to be reminded of the Kilburn White Horse. John North was talking about the Uffington White Horse. I, of course, had no idea which "white horse" we had seen that cold, blustery, windy day, but a bit of googling and it was not hard to find.

It seemed like it took forever to drive to it, but google maps show it to be quite close, in retrospect, to Pateley Bridge. Like so many times in my life, I failed to take full advantage of what the local area offered. I was blessed that you took me so many places.

For England, though, it was a long drive: the 29-mile drive would take an hour, according to google. And an hour of driving seemed to be an eternity for me in those halcyon days when I preferred to be walking. The map shows we would have driven through Ripon (the cathedral town; Arvo Part's Te Deum, the movie Lord of the Rings) and through Thirsk, one our mutually favorite towns, and one we visited "enough but not enough."

I will leave it at that.

Walk On By --

Walk On By, Diana Krall