[a] dulcim-care |
George Jones lays on the irony in big glops of covered-up self-reference with "She Thinks I Still Care." He sets the tone with a series of "just because x" lines, and dips ever deeper into the waters of missin' with each new image. Yup, just because you rang her number "by mistake" today...you probably do still care.
It is a relatively lighthearted misery we study today. As heartaches go, this one is easier to handle than, say, "I'd Be Better Off in a Pine Box." Still, country music as a genre seems to do this sort of thing better than many others. Perhaps it is from an awareness of being made fun of by music aficionados with other tastes (how could anyone ever come up with the setting for George's song in the YouTube video, below, without it?)... Add to that awareness the equally vibrant theme of the clueless male that we have already encountered in several Hurtin', Leavin', and Longin' posts, and you have a kind of macho-innoncent lost in the jungles of emotional pain.
Take a listen (see the "advice" below), but do check out the video itself after you have been through the lyrics.
It is a relatively lighthearted misery we study today. As heartaches go, this one is easier to handle than, say, "I'd Be Better Off in a Pine Box." Still, country music as a genre seems to do this sort of thing better than many others. Perhaps it is from an awareness of being made fun of by music aficionados with other tastes (how could anyone ever come up with the setting for George's song in the YouTube video, below, without it?)... Add to that awareness the equally vibrant theme of the clueless male that we have already encountered in several Hurtin', Leavin', and Longin' posts, and you have a kind of macho-innoncent lost in the jungles of emotional pain.
Take a listen (see the "advice" below), but do check out the video itself after you have been through the lyrics.
Artist: George Jones
Songwriters: Steve Duffy, Dicky Lee Lipscomb
Just because I ask a friend about her
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by mistake today
She thinks I still care
Just because I haunt the same old places
Where the memory of her lingers everywhere
Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be
She thinks I still care
But if she's happy thinkin' I still need her
Then let that silly notion bring her cheer
But how could she ever be so foolish
Oh where would she get such an idea
Just because I ask a friend about her
And just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I saw her then went all to pieces
She thinks I still care
She thinks I still care
Just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I rang her number by mistake today
She thinks I still care
Just because I haunt the same old places
Where the memory of her lingers everywhere
Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be
She thinks I still care
But if she's happy thinkin' I still need her
Then let that silly notion bring her cheer
But how could she ever be so foolish
Oh where would she get such an idea
Just because I ask a friend about her
And just because I spoke her name somewhere
Just because I saw her then went all to pieces
She thinks I still care
She thinks I still care
There are many angles we could pursue with our East Asian poem today. We are not trying to replicate themes, of course, but I was surprised by the number of shi 詩 ("poem") and ci 詞 ("lyric") texts that were relevant. I am just going to dive into one of my favorite oddities in the rich Tang dynasty (618-906) poetic tradition. George Jones is a long way from these sentiments, at least on the surface, but that is the whole point of what we do every week on Hurtin', Leavin, and Longin.
Poem on Losing One's Teeth
Han Yu (768-824)
Last year I lost an incisorPoem on Losing One's Teeth
Han Yu (768-824)
and this year a molar, and now
half a dozen more teeth fall out
all at once—and that's
not the end of it either.
The rest are all loose, and I know
there's no end till they're all gone.
The first one, I thought
what a shame for that obscene gap!
Two or three, and I thought
I was falling apart, almost
at death's door. Before, when one
loosened, I quaked and hoped
wildly it "wouldn't." The
gaps made it hard to chew
and with a loose tooth I'd
rinse my mouth gingerly.
Then when at last it fell out
it felt like a mountain collapsing.
But now I've got used to this
Nothing earthshaking. I've
still twenty left, though I know
one by one they'll all go.
But at one tooth per year it will
take me two decades, and gone,
all gone, will it matter
they went one by one
[c] Toothless RF |
People say when your teeth go
it's certain the end's near.
But seems to me life has
its limits, you die when you die
either with or without teeth.
They also say gaps scare
The people who see you. Well
to views to everything
as Chuang Tzu noted: A blasted
tree need not necessarily
be cut down, though geese
that don't hiss be slaughtered.
For the toothless who mumble
silence has its advantage, and
those who can't chew will find
soft food tastes better. This is a poem
I chanted and wrote
to startle my wife and children.[1]
—Translated by Kenneth O. Hanson
[1] Wu-chi Liu and Irving Yucheng Lo, Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry (Bloomington IN: Indiana University Press, 1974), 172-173.
Bibliography
Liu Wu-chi and Irving Yucheng Lo. Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry. Bloomington IN: Indiana University Press, 1974.
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Sunday, October 2nd
Untangling My Mind
Clint Black and Merle Haggard teamed up to write one of the deepest ballads to mental confusion and loss ever envisioned.
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