The Lover’s Almanac – 7 September – Holdin’ You – Accidentally – verse by Edith Sitwell

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lover’s Almanac from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Rhett

The Lover’s Almanac

Dear Muse,

never found a way to say,
el amor de mi vida
expect it was the mistake
of my life

please stay
two words
i shoulda said
with me
four words
i shoulda found

middle of the moonlit night
our lamp burnin’ dimly
suddenly awake at a noise
someone or somethin’
is outside, near

i rise and open the door
nothin’, only a vast expanse,
calm, peaceful, and exquisite
under the brilliant moonlight

a cat, a spirit, nothin’
tranquil, profound silence
reigns in the dreamy vagueness

return to bed
pull up the heavy quilt
for it is chilly

i god, it really was somthin’
to hold your here

© copyright 2017 mac tag/cowboy Coleridge all rights reserved

Accidentally a lover, a part of a whole.  Then accidentally alone, a part of nothin’.  Remember when we made mad love?  Before it turned to shadow love, then random love and finally abandoned love?  Accidentally like a curse; the heart gets harder and the hurt gets worse.


Accidentally a lover
A part of a whole
Then accidentally alone
A part of nothin’

Remember when we had mad love
Before it turned to shadow love
Then random love
And finally abandoned love

Accidentally like a curse
Never thought
there would be
such a price
The heart gets harder
and the hurt gets worse

© copyright 2012 mac tag/Cowboy Coleridge all rights reserved

Dame Edith Sitwell
Roger Fry - Edith Sitwell.jpg

Portrait of Sitwell by Roger Fry

Today is the birthday of Edith Louisa Sitwell (Scarborough, North Yorkshire; 7 September 1887 – 9 December 1964 London); British poet and critic and the eldest of the three literary Sitwells.  Like her brothers Osbert and Sacheverell, Edith reacted badly to her eccentric, unloving parents, and lived for much of her life with her governess.  She never married, but became passionately attached to the Russian painter Pavel Tchelitchew.  Sitwell published poetry continuously from 1913, some of it abstract and set to music.


Portrait of Edith Sitwell, by Roger Fry, 1918

She died of cerebral haemorrhage at St Thomas’ Hospital on 9 December 1964 at the age of 77. She is buried in the churchyard of Weedon Lois in Northamptonshire.  Sitwell’s papers are held at the Harry Ransom Center at The University of Texas at Austin.


Clowns’ Houses (1918)

  • The busy chatter of the heat
    Shrilled like a parakeet;
    And shuddering at the noonday light
    The dust lay dead and whiteAs powder on a mummy’s face,
    Or fawned with simian grace
    Round booths with many a hard bright toy
    And wooden brittle joy:The cap and bells of Time the Clown
    That, jangling, whistled down
    Young cherubs hidden in the guise
    Of every bird that flies;
    And star-bright masks for youth to wear,
    Lest any dream that fare
    — Bright pilgrim — past our ken, should see
    Hints of Reality.
  • Tall windows show Infinity;
    And, hard reality,
    The candles weep and pry and dance
    Like lives mocked at by Chance.The rooms are vast as Sleep within;
    When once I ventured in,
    Chill Silence, like a surging sea,
    Slowly enveloped me.

    • “Clowns’ Houses”

The Wooden Pegasus (1920)

  • Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
    The fire and splendour of the ancient world;

    The dire gold of the comet’s wind-blown hair;
    The songs that turned to gold the evening air
    When all the stars of heaven sang for joy.

    • “The Web of Eros”

Façades (1922)

  • White as a winding sheet,
    Masks blowing down the street:
    Moscow, Paris London, Vienna — all are undone.
    The drums of death are mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,
    Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,
    The world’s floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking.

    • “The Last Gallop”
  • Oh how the Vacancy
    Laughed at them rushing by.
    “Turn again, flesh and brain,
    Only yourselves again!
    How far above the ape
    Differing in each shape,
    You with your regular
    Meaningless circles are!”

    • “Switchback”

Green Song & Other Poems (1944)

Heart and Mind

  • The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun
    Is greater than all gold, more powerful
    Than the tawny body of a Lion that fire consumes
    Like all that grows or leaps… so is the heart
    More powerful than all dust.
  • The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
    Is but a foolish wind.
  • Remember only this of our hopeless love
    That never till Time is done
    Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one.

The Canticle of the Rose (1949)

The Canticle of the Rose: Selected Poems, 1920-1947 (1949)
  • Mother or Murderer, you have
    given or taken life —
    Now all is one!

    • “Three Poems of the Atomic Bomb: Dirge for the New Sunrise”
  • Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the
    Light —

    The marrow in the bone
    We dreamed was safe. . . the blood in the veins, the
    sap in the tree
    Were springs of Deity.

    • “Three Poems of the Atomic Bomb: Dirge for the New Sunrise”
  • The living blind and seeing Dead together lie
    As if in love . . . There was no more hating then,
    And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.

    • “Three Poems of the Atomic Bomb: Dirge for the New Sunrise”

Karen_Blixen_cropped_from_larger_originalOn the this date in 1962, the Danish writer Karen Blixen died in Rungsted, Denmark. Under the pen name Isak Dinesen, she wrote Out of Africa.  In 1913 Karen Dinesen became engaged to her second-cousin, the Swedish Baron Bror von Blixen-Finecke, after a failed love affair with his brother.  The couple moved to Kenya, where in early 1914 they used family money to establish a coffee plantation.  The two were quite different in education and temperament, and Bror Blixen was unfaithful to his wife.  The Blixens separated in 1921, and were divorced in 1925.  Durin’ her early years in Kenya, Karen Blixen met the English big game hunter Denys Finch Hatton, and after her separation she and Finch Hatton developed a close friendship which eventually became a long-term love affair.  Finch Hatton used Blixen’s farmhouse as a home base between 1926 and 1931, when he was not leadin’ one of his clients on safari.  He died in the crash of his de Havilland Gipsy Moth biplane in 1931.  Sydney Pollack directed a film adaptation of Out of Africa (1985), starrin’ Meryl Streep, Robert Redford and Klaus Maria Brandauer.  The movie won seven Academy Awards.  I highly recommend the book and the movie.

Warren_Zevon_1978_press_photoAnd on this day in 2003, Warren Zevon died in Los Angeles.  If ever lyrics could stand alone as poetry, they would be Zevon’s.  And thus we have the Lyrics of the Day:

“Accidentally Like a Martyr”

The phone don’t ring
And the sun refused to shine
Never thought I’d have to pay so dearly
For what was already mine
For such a long, long time

We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder

The days slide by
Should have done, should have done, we all sigh
Never thought I’d ever be so lonely
After such a long, long time
Time out of mind

We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder

The Song of the Day is “Accidentally Like a Martyr” by Warren Zevon.

Mac Tag

All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them. – Isak Dinesen

Remember only this of our hopeless love

That never til Time is done

Will the fire of the heart & the fire of the mind be one.

 Edith Sitwell

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