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FiftyFive ~ # 18
It is snowing again and just writing that down is getting obsessive and so I was trying to think about other parts of the world or other parts of life and then I was sent this picture - which I adore - look at those two trees nudging each other under an unforgiving sky. Yesterday I had occasion to think about snow and connections and remembered the character Lucy Snowe in Villette and a scene in the art gallery with M. Paul Emanuel. But there was a whole host of images surfacing from the novel, which I confess I haven't read in 15 years and had all but forgotten - though the ghostly nun is ever present. but I especially remember the immensely touching scene when Lucy faces her love for Dr John Bretton but conquers her affection for him by symbolically burying all his treasured letters to her, saying, and how could this not melt hearts: “Good-night, Dr John; you are good, you are beautiful; but you are not mine. Good-night, and God bless you!” And we don't write letters anymore, do we and I wish I had letters like those - tho I have some memories. And could anyone bear to part with them - stick them in an old biscuit tin (gluten free - for that is me) at least she could dig them up again, I suppose - like Heathcliffe did Cathy - hmm, best not go there. And a spin off from this is Wordsworth's Lucy Poems - enigmatic and lovely: "Strange fits of passion have i known: And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone...What fond and wayward thoughts will slide... " sigh - poetry should be made compulsory on Sunday mornings - fit it in before the Sunday papers and that trip to the gym you promised on the 1st of Jan - soul-mining. Tis a pity the start of this has been clipped off but its another nostalgia song - last time I sang this live it was in The Whale Hotel in Eyemouth which is about as close as Scotland can get to England and it snowed that night too - we were snowed in, in a bar with beer and guitars, heaven and it was 1975 - and I know this because it was my 21st birthday and we had a gig and it truly was heavenly - and the guys i sang it with were Davie (Black Jack Davie) Jack and John (Sticky - Lightening Slim) Stirling - lads, I will be in touch:
It is snowing again and just writing that down is getting obsessive and so I was trying to think about other parts of the world or other parts of life and then I was sent this picture - which I adore - look at those two trees nudging each other under an unforgiving sky. Yesterday I had occasion to think about snow and connections and remembered the character Lucy Snowe in Villette and a scene in the art gallery with M. Paul Emanuel. But there was a whole host of images surfacing from the novel, which I confess I haven't read in 15 years and had all but forgotten - though the ghostly nun is ever present. but I especially remember the immensely touching scene when Lucy faces her love for Dr John Bretton but conquers her affection for him by symbolically burying all his treasured letters to her, saying, and how could this not melt hearts: “Good-night, Dr John; you are good, you are beautiful; but you are not mine. Good-night, and God bless you!” And we don't write letters anymore, do we and I wish I had letters like those - tho I have some memories. And could anyone bear to part with them - stick them in an old biscuit tin (gluten free - for that is me) at least she could dig them up again, I suppose - like Heathcliffe did Cathy - hmm, best not go there. And a spin off from this is Wordsworth's Lucy Poems - enigmatic and lovely: "Strange fits of passion have i known: And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone...What fond and wayward thoughts will slide... " sigh - poetry should be made compulsory on Sunday mornings - fit it in before the Sunday papers and that trip to the gym you promised on the 1st of Jan - soul-mining. Tis a pity the start of this has been clipped off but its another nostalgia song - last time I sang this live it was in The Whale Hotel in Eyemouth which is about as close as Scotland can get to England and it snowed that night too - we were snowed in, in a bar with beer and guitars, heaven and it was 1975 - and I know this because it was my 21st birthday and we had a gig and it truly was heavenly - and the guys i sang it with were Davie (Black Jack Davie) Jack and John (Sticky - Lightening Slim) Stirling - lads, I will be in touch:
