As I look at this fuzzy image of a very pretty woman, I begin to find my writing voice. The question is: Why should it be this way? Shouldn't I just locate what I want to say on my own, without external stimulation?
Apparently not. In conversation tonight with a friend, it was suggested that I am seeking external validation for all that I write. A mirror. This is what the mirror said to me, in the form of both words and images:
When a Man Loves a Woman
~ Percy Sledge
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothing else
He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found...
When a man loves a woman
Down deep in his soul
She can bring him such misery
And after that song finishes playing in my brain, there is:
That's How Strong My Love Is Lyrics
Otis Redding
If I was the sun way up there
I'd go with love most everywhere
I'll be the moon when the sun goes down
Just to let you know that I'm still around
That's how strong my love is...
I'll be the weeping willow drowning in my tears
You can go swimming when you're here
I'll be the rainbow when the sun is gone
Wrap you in my colors and keep you warm
That's how strong my love is, darling...
I'll be the ocean so deep and wide
I'll get out the tears whenever you cry,
I'll be the breeze after the storm is gone
To dry your eyes and love you warm
That's how strong my love is, baby...
And, after that song finishes, there plays:
That Lovin' You Feeling Again
Roy Orbison and Emmy Lou Harris
When I saw you standing there on the street
I found myself by your side
I started wanting you again
There's just no way to hide from that old
Loving You feeling again
It's really got me reeling again
It only seems to stop to start all over again with you
I remember how you'd always been
That certain look in your eyes
Your not easy to resist
But I just walked on by
With that loving old feeling again
It's really got me reeling again
Only seems to stop to start all over again with you
Loving you feeling with you
We were so close we were too far apart
I gave you my love
I wanted your heart
Without yesterday haunting the way
Maybe we'd still be together
Sharing that loving you feeling again
It's really got me reeling again
Will it ever stop and not start over again
That loving you feeling again
No matter how much I try
This loving you feeling
It's taken such a long time to say goodbye
And getting over you is so hard to do
With this feeling loving you
That loving you feeling again
Then, after all this, my reckless side kicks in, and I remember Hank Williams, Jr.'s Finders are Keepers:
You're one in a million, a hundred to one shot.
I took a gamble and just lookie here what I got.
A diamond in the middle in a field full of stone.
And I'm bettin' everything I got that you can keep me comin' home.
Finders are Keepers
And I'm keeping you as long as I can.
Finders are Keeepers
So baby don't ever stop just keep on holdin' my hand.
A needle in a haystack would be easy to do
Compared to me finding somebody else like you.
I tell ya chasing the perfect woman is just like rolling the dice,
She's as pretty as a natural eleven and I'm puttin' my heart on the line.
Finders are Keepers
And I'm keeping you as long as I can.
Finders are Keeepers
So baby don't ever stop just keep on holdin' my hand.
Finders are Keeepers
So baby keep on keepin' on with your lovin' man.
Who wouldn't be inspired by such beauty? After listening to my four songwriter guides, the fuzziness of the image begins to assume the shape of the connection between love and art.
This blog has always mainly been about love. I started with love lost and I am progressing in the hope of one day discovering love found. Until then, images, soft, fuzzy, untouchable are what I can write about.
None of this is personal. All of it is collective.
-30-
(*) Which comes back into English as: Someone needs thinking thoroughly?
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