Vita Sackville-West and Virgina Woolf

Vita Sackville-West had many lovers. Virginia Woolf was but one.

An English author and garden designer as well as a successful novelist, poet, and journalist, prolific letter writer and diarist, Vita would describe her onetime lover and lifelong friend as “the loveliest mind and spirit” she ever knew and “a loss which can never diminish.”

“I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia…It is incredible how essential to me you have become,” she wrote to the novelist in 1926. A popular writer herself Sackville-West proclaimed her love for Woolf during the most intense years of their romantic relationship in the 1920’s. Both married to men, they penned hundreds of poetic love letters to one another and their affair inspired Woolf’s most celebrated work Orlando in 1928.

In an eighty page autobiography-cum-confessional discovered in the tower of Sissinghurst castle (purchased in 1930 with her husband Harold Nicolson where they maintained a happy if unconventional marriage) she writes that her mother called her “ugly” and told her she could not bear looking at her. Later in life she withdrew into the solitude of her garden.

Nicolson Wrote in his novel Portrait of a Marriage, “she was always in love. I do not know of any moment in her life when she was not longing to see or hear from the only person who could satisfy that longing”.

Portrait of a Marriage
Early Bird Books

Written by Vita to Virginia Wolfe
Milan [posted in Trieste]
Thursday, January 21, 1926

I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this—But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it …

Please forgive me for writing such a miserable letter.


GLS219806 Lady with a Red Hat (oil on canvas) by Strang, William (1859-1921); 102.9×77.5 cm; Art Gallery and Museum, Kelvingrove, Glasgow, Scotland; ( portrait of Vita Sackville-West (1892-1962) poet, novelist and gardener; created the gardens at Sissinghurst Castle, Kent, England; wife of Harold Nicholson (1886-1968) diplomat, author and politician); © Culture and Sport Glasgow (Museums); Scottish, out of copyright

Resa and the Rock Star – night music

House of Heart




Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How enchanted  we were with  our

heart  and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night  you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held one another,  made love and cried

and vowed to never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you hurried to my side

so tender, coming and then  going.

Young and in love, we named that month Eden.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye

Neither do I.


Resa and the Rock Star


Dedicated to Resa @



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Resa and Carmine

Rene Rosso (aka Holly) penned a beauty in October, 2018.

Based on an old polaroid of Carmine & me, she came up with a poem that sticks in my heart and mind. If you click on the pic, you will go to her original post!


Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How comfortable we were with our

heart and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night in Eden when you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held on to one another, made love and cried

decided never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you rushed to me,

so tender, coming and going.

Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,

yes, it still matters to me.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye?

Neither do I.

Have EYE ever thanked Holly enough?

Poem – Resa and the Rock Star © Holly House of Heart

Original art can be found at

The Art of Rejection

April 19, 1912

Dear Madam,

I am only one, only one, only one. Only one being, one at the same time. Not two, not three, only one. Only one life to live, only sixty minutes in one hour. Only one pair of eyes. Only one brain. Only one being. Being only one, having only one pair of eyes, having only one time, having only one life, I cannot read your M.S. three or four times. Not even one time. Only one look is enough. Hardly one copy would sell here. Hardly one. Hardly one.

Many thanks. I am returning your Manuscript by registered post. Only one M.S. by one post.

Sincerely yours,
A. Fifield

Miss Gertrude Stein,
27 Rue de Fleurue,
Paris, France.

The war cry of Enough!

The haters are out there. Twisted  soldiers of darkness, leaders of dread. . .  naïve as it seems, I never imagined there would be  deniers of dreams yelping like the rabid audience of a Springer show.

Once again the president has chosen to divide and conquer.  Rather than address the vital issues of our country and the world,  he attacks peaceful  protesters of the sports world (yes, I said sports world) via Twitter like the 71 year old petulant child that he is, a vulgar boor, calling names,  shouting “fire the Son of a Bitches” before the world. yet he rushed to defend the KKK,  neo-nazi’s,  white supremacist violent protest in Virginia while denouncing the push back  as “on the same level” as these dark elements  that until he set the bar for violence and bullying  had for the most part remained under their rocks. Meanwhile he goads a madman…placing himself at the same level.



Post script:

The president has hijacked a sacred symbol…our flag and used to it to distract from the real issues facing our country and to appeal to his base. He has spent his time twittering about the NFL players “taking a knee”,  an obvious effort to distract once again from his ongoing legal issues.  Puerto Rico is in a dire situation, millions of American citizens desperately needing help and the attention of the president following the devastation of Hurricane Maria.  Trump finally addressed that issue today on Twitter showing no compassion to speak of. Addressing the bad infrastructure in Puerto Rico and mentioning the issue that exists concerning PR and wall street.  Cold.


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The Presidents mouthpiece X RATED

In an interview with Ryan Lizza, The New Yorker ’s Washington correspondent Wednesday. Scaramucci did not ask to be off the record.

“I’m not Steve Bannon, I’m not trying to suck my own cxxk,” he said, speaking of Trump’s chief strategist. “I’m not trying to build my own brand off the fucking strength of the President. I’m here to serve the country.”

“The issue is I believe Priebus had been worried about the dinner because he hadn’t been invited. “Reince is a fucking paranoid schizophrenic, a paranoiac,” Scaramucci said. He channelled Priebus as he spoke: “ ‘Oh, Bill Shine is coming in. Let me leak the fucking thing and see if I can cxxk-block these people the way I cxxck-blocked myself for six months.’ ”

*Reince Priebus: White House Chief of Staff

*Steve Bannon: Chief strategist for the White House

Donald Trump’s new communications director exploded the white house chaos into a full-fledged conflagration Thursday, angrily daring Trump’s chief of staff to deny he’s a “leaker” and exposing West Wing backstabbing in language more suitable to a mobster movie than a seat of presidential stability.


You can’t make this stuff up.




Dear Word Press Friends

My old blog was hacked earlier this week.

Somehow someone

gained access to the administrative area and media.

Needless to say I am more than a little disturbed by this.

Anyway, here is my new offering…

I hope you will come around and read me once again!