From: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org (onlyJMDL Digest) To: onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Subject: onlyJMDL Digest V2007 #234 Reply-To: joni@smoe.org Sender: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Archives: http://www.smoe.org/lists/onlyjoni Websites: http://www.jmdl.com http://www.jonimitchell.com Unsubscribe: mailto:onlyjoni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe onlyJMDL Digest Friday, August 3 2007 Volume 2007 : Number 234 ========== TOPICS and authors in this Digest: -------- Re: Wholy holy? [Bruce Eggleston ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2007 23:32:06 -0600 From: Bruce Eggleston Subject: Re: Wholy holy? Dear Gordon, Thank you for picking up on that, but in truth the presumed Catholic imagery did come strictly from the lyrics, not from any import of theology in my life. I'm as agnostic as one can be, having dropped out of the Mormon or LDS (I'm a native of Salt Lake City, Utah) Church at the tender age of 15 years. I don't attribute Catholicism to Ms. Mitchell either, but I do think there are sins of commission in that regard in her divine lyrics. The "devil and the deeds", "be[ing] prepared to bleed", and "in my blood you're my holy wine" are entirely suggestive of religious/ Christian imagery and lore. It is a stretch to invoke the Saintly Mother, but the phrase "She had a mouth like yours" does say female relative. The meeting of this female relative always had a hint of the mysterious, as it is not like meeting the parents at a bar-be-que of hog but and beer. A mother who raised such a first tier cad as the subject of the of the song would have to possess saint-like qualities to survive such a whelping. As such, a saint-like mysterious mother is not wholly out of context. But I pick nits. "I met a woman, She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, Color go to him, stay with him if you can, Oh but be prepared to bleed, Oh, but you are in my blood you're my holy wine." Gordon, thank you, I truly appreciate the dialog That is what I love about this benighted and holy sanctuary of Jonism, our spirited teacher and muse of the broken-hearted. Bonneville Bruce Due to the forest fires exploding around the State of Idaho and the larger region of the Intermountain West, there is a red alert in the air quality index. This means stay indoors and do next to nothing, and try not to breath too much. It does make for very spectacular sun/ moon sets and rises. The sun/moon runs red as blood and all that dragon-flying-over-the-sun mythology is easily understood in scenes like we have been experiencing for the last few weeks. This July in Idaho we experienced the all-time record for highest average temperature (High + low/2 averaged for 31 days) of 84 deg. F. It is so hot, our tame ducks were last seen walking north for the duration. NPIMH: Rocky Raccoon "His name was McBruce, He called himself Donald, But everyone knew him as Bonnie." or some such drivel P.S. This just points up the casual genius of the young Mr. McCartney, to be able to write these seemingly throw-away lines, but they persist and are unassailable, as is his near over-the-top sincerity in the delivery. "Her name was McGill, She called herself Lill, But everyone knew her as Nancy." > Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2007 08:36:51 +0100 > From: "Gordon MacKie" > Subject: Wholy holy? > > Holy wine Batman. Bruce, ..or is it Donald....I guess Catholic > theology is important to you but I think you squeeze a lot of of > vey little. It is inventive though. Sainted Mother? Thats a leap of > faith too far for me. > > Gordon ( in dull and overcast Glasgow) A Case of You Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star And I said, constant in the darkness Wheres that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar. On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue tv screen light, I drew a map of Canada, Oh, Canada, And your face sketched on it twice. Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine Oh, and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh, I'd still be on my feet. Oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints. I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid. I remember that time that you told me, you said, Love is touching souls, Surely you touched mine Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time. Oh you are in my blood like holy wine, And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, I could drink a case of you darling Still I'd be on my feet, And still be on my feet. I met a woman, She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, Color go to him, stay with him if you can, Oh but be prepared to bleed, Oh, but you are in my blood you're my holy wine Oh, and you taste so bitter, bitter, and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you darling, Still I'd be on my feet, I'd still be on my feet. ------------------------------ End of onlyJMDL Digest V2007 #234 ********************************* ------- Post messages to the list by clicking here: mailto:joni@smoe.org Unsubscribe by clicking here: mailto:onlyjoni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe ------- Siquomb, isn't she? (http://www.siquomb.com/siquomb.cfm)