The Lover’s Almanac 15 August – Stay – art by Zuccarelli – verse by Sir Walter Scott – SOD MacArthur Park

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lover’s Almanac from Mac Tag to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Are you in the dark in MacArthur Park?  Rhett

The Lover’s Almanac

Dear Muse,

another thunderstorm
i will pour the drinks
c’mon, sit down
listen with me

I promise;
not bipolar
but I am torn
I have been intimate
with wondrous desire
yet, I have plumbed
the depths of hopelessness

I found somethin
I could speak to
somethin
I could call my own
a place to rest my head
somethin I had never known
the night I held you

fallin’ asleep
to the sound
of the rain
will you stay
© copyright 2017 mac tag/cowboy Coleridge all rights reserved
Francesco Zuccarelli
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Portrait of Zuccarelli by Richard Wilson

Today is the birthday of Francesco Zuccarelli (Pitigliano, 15 August 1702 – 30 December 1788 Florence); Italian painter of the late Baroque or Rococo period.  Perhaps the most important landscape painter to have emerged from his adopted city of Venice during the mid-eighteenth century.  His Arcadian views became popular throughout Europe and especially in England where he resided for two extended periods. In 1768, Zuccarelli became a founding member of the Royal Academy of Arts, and upon his final return to Italy, he was elected president of the Venetian Academy.

Gallery

 

The Rape of Europa. Mid–1740s. Gallerie dell’Accademia, Venice.

 

Macbeth and the Witches. c. 1760. Private collection (Spadotto no. 304).

Italian Landscape with a Country Festival. Undated. Drawing with body colour. British Museum.

 

A View of the River Thames from Richmond Hill looking towards Twickenham. (c. 1760). Private collection (Spadotto no. 298).

 Saint John the Baptist Preaching (c. 1770). Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow.

Sir Walter Scott, Bt
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Raeburn’s portrait of Sir Walter Scott in 1822.

Today is the birthday of Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet, FRSE (College Wynd, Edinburgh 15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832 Abbotsford, Roxburghshire); Scottish historical novelist, playwright and poet.  Scott’s novels and poetry are still read, and many of his works remain classics of both English-language literature and of Scottish literature.  Famous titles include Ivanhoe, Rob Roy, Old Mortality, The Lady of the Lake, Waverley, The Heart of Midlothian and The Bride of Lammermoor.

On a trip to the Lake District with old college friends he met Charlotte Genevieve Charpentier (or Carpenter), daughter of Jean Charpentier of Lyon in France, and ward of Lord Downshire in Cumberland, an Episcopalian.  After three weeks of courtship, Scott proposed and they were married on Christmas Eve 1797 in St Mary’s Church, Carlisle (a church set up in the now destroyed nave of Carlisle Cathedral).  After renting a house in George Street, they moved to nearby South Castle Street.

Verse 

The Lady of the Lake (1810)

  • The stag at eve had drunk his fill,
    Where danced the moon on Monan’s rill,
    And deep his midnight lair had made
    In lone Glenartney’s hazel shade.

    • Canto I, stanza 1.
  • With head upraised, and look intent,
    And eye and ear attentive bent,
    And locks flung back, and lips apart,
    Like monument of Grecian art,
    In listening mood, she seemed to stand,
    The guardian Naiad of the strand.

    • Canto I, stanza 17.
  • And ne’er did Grecian chisel trace
    A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
    Of finer form or lovelier face.

    • Canto I, stanza 18.
  • A foot more light, a step more true,
    Ne’er from the heath-flower dash’d the dew.

    • Canto I, stanza 18.
  • On his bold visage middle age
    Had slightly pressed its signet sage,
    Yet had not quenched the open truth
    And fiery vehemence of youth;
    Forward and frolic glee was there,
    The will to do, the soul to dare,
    The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire,
    Of hasty love or headlong ire.

    • Canto I, stanza 21.
  • Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er,
    Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
    Dream of battled fields no more,
    Days of danger, nights of waking.

    • Canto I, stanza 31.
  • Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
    • Canto II, stanza 19.
  • Some feelings are to mortals given
    With less of earth in them than heaven;
    And if there be a human tear
    From passion’s dross refined and clear,
    A tear so limpid and so meek
    It would not stain an angel’s cheek,
    ‘Tis that which pious fathers shed
    Upon a duteous daughter’s head!

    • Canto II, stanza 22.
  • Time rolls his ceaseless course.
    • Canto III, stanza 1.
  • Like the dew on the mountain,
    Like the foam on the river,
    Like the bubble on the fountain,
    Thou art gone, and forever!

    • Canto III, stanza 16 (Coronach, stanza 3).
  • The rose is fairest when ‘t is budding new,
    And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
    The rose is sweetest wash’d with morning dew,
    And love is loveliest when embalm’d in tears.

    • Canto IV, stanza 1.
  • Art thou a friend to Roderick?
    • Canto IV, stanza 30.
  • Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
    From its firm base as soon as I.

    • Canto V, stanza 10.
  • Respect was mingled with surprise,
    And the stern joy which warriors feel
    In foeman worthy of their steel.

    • Canto V, stanza 10.
  • Who o’er the herd would wish to reign,
    Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
    Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
    And fickle as a changeful dream;
    Fantastic as a woman’s mood,
    And fierce as Frenzy’s fever’d blood.
    Thou many-headed monster thing,
    Oh who would wish to be thy king!

    • Canto V, stanza 30.
  • Where, where was Roderick then!
    One blast upon his bugle-horn
    Were worth a thousand men.

    • Canto VI, stanza 18.

Today is the birthday of a great songwriter, Jimmy Webb.  He has written so many classic songs it was difficult pickin’ one for the song of the day.  I finally narrowed it down to this one.

MacArthur Park

Spring was never waiting for us,  girl / It  ran one step ahead / As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages / And were pressed in love’s  hot, fevered iron / Like a striped  pair of pants

MacArthur’s Park  is melting in the dark / All the sweet, green icing flowing down / Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it / ‘Cause it took so long to bake it / And I’ll never have that recipe again, oh no

I recall the yellow cotton dress / Foaming like a wave / On the ground around your knees / The birds like tender babies in your handsAnd the old men playing checkers, by the trees

MacArthur’s Park is melting in the  dark / All the sweet, green icing  flowing down / Someone left the cake  out in the rain
I don’t think  that I can take it / ‘Cause it took  so long to bake it / And I’ll never  have that recipe again, oh no

There will be another song for me / For I will sing it / There  will be another dream for me / Someone will bring it
I  will drink the wine while it is warm / And  never let you catch me looking at the sun / And  after all the loves of my life / After all the loves of my life, you’ll still be the  one
I will take my life into my  hands and I will use it / I will win  the worship in their eyes and I will lose it / I  will have the things that I desire / And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my  life / Oh, after all the loves  of my life / I’ll be thinking  of you and wondering why

MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark / All the sweet, green icing flowing down / Someone left the cake out in the  rain
I don’t think that I can  take it / ‘Cause it took so long to  bake it /And I’ll never have that  recipe again / Oh no, oh no, no, no,  oh no

After all the loves  of my life, I will be thinkin’  of you and wonderin’ why.  I do not think I can take it.

Mac Tag

The song of the day – Waylon Jennings’s version of MacArthur Park

 

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