The Lovers’ Chronicle 10 July – unchained – art by Camille Pissarro – birth of Proust

Dear Zazie,  The usual goin’ on here.  Beautiful evenin’ here last night.  Sat on the porch and watched a thunderstorm roll in.  Got some rain, but need some more.  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

thunder rumbles, lightnin’ flashes closer
if there is a guidin’
principle behind this verse
it may be this; what the hell
let us see what happens
what rattles the heart
feelin’s closin’ in
kiddin’ myself sayin’,
it could have been
otherwise
this is the way
it had to be

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time expandin’
with inspiration

breathin’ new life
into what was left

the truths you reveal
by causin’ me to think

i could lie and say
it could be otherwise

i would rather never be
than wave farewell

stretched out
in the dream
makes our reality

© copyright 2019 mac tag/cowboy coleridge all rights reserved

in the rearview,
dreams of havin’
ever after

now content
with dreamin’
of those feelin’s

the time we had
expanded
with inspiration

chosen for you
how else could it be

nothin’ as precious
as that unchained

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Unchained Desire

Thunder rumbles, lightnin’ flashes closer
Wind picks up bringin’ cooler air
Porch swing sways back and forth
Unchained Melody plays on the radio

Unchained desire rattles the heart
Wistful feelin’ closes in
No one to sway with
No one to play with

Lyin’ to myself sayin’
It could never have been otherwise
This is the way it had to be
This is not a dream

Wavin’ me farewell
Crushin’ out my life
Stretchin’ out in despair
It is not a dream

The reality makes me tremble
As a shadow of what was
Passes over my thoughts
Passes me by

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c. 1900

c. 1900

Today is the birthday of Camille Pissarro (Charlotte Amalie, Saint Thomas, Danish West Indies (now US Virgin Islands) 10 July 1830 – 13 November 1903 Paris); Impressionist and Neo-Impressionist painter.  His importance resides in his contributions to both Impressionism and Post-Impressionism.  Pissarro studied from forerunners, including Gustave Courbet and Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot and later studied and worked alongside Georges Seurat and Paul Signac when he took on the Neo-Impressionist style at the age of 54.  Pissarro is the only artist to have shown his work at all eight Paris Impressionist exhibitions, from 1874 to 1886.

In 1871 he married his mother’s maid, Julie Vellay, a vineyard grower’s daughter, with whom he would later have seven children.  They lived outside of Paris in Pontoise and later in Louveciennes, both of which places inspired many of his paintings including scenes of village life, along with rivers, woods, and people at work.

Gallery

Jeune Fille lavant ses pieds 1885

Jeune Fille lavant ses pieds 1885

 Two Women Chatting by the Sea, St. Thomas, (1856), (private collection)

 

 Jalais Hill, Pontoise, Metropolitan Museum of Art 1867

 

 Entrée du village de Voisins (1872)

 

In 1869 Pissarro settled in Louveciennes and would often paint the road to Versailles in various seasons. The Walters Art Museum.

 

With his wife, Julie Vellay, 1877, Pontoise

 

 Bath Road, Chiswick, 1897 (oil on canvas)

 

Landscape at Pontoise, 1874

 

Le grand noyer à l’Hermitage, 1875, – the new manner of painting was too sketchy and looked incomplete.

 

 Orchard in Bloom, Louveciennes (1872)

 The Hay Cart, Montfoucault (1879)

 

 Hay Harvest at Éragny, 1901, National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

 

La Récolte des Foins, Eragny (1887)

 

Pont Boieldieu in Rouen, Rainy Weather, (1896), Art Gallery of Ontario

 

 Two Young Peasant Women (1891 and 1892), Metropolitan Museum of Art

 

  c. 1900

 

 Self-portrait, 1903, Tate Gallery, London

 

The Artist’s Palette with a Landscape c. 1878, Clark Art Institute

 

Marcel_Proust_vers_1895Today is the birthday of Marcel Proust (Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust; Auteuil; 10 July 1871 – 18 November 1922 Paris); novelist, critic, and essayist best known for his monumental novel À la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time; earlier interpreted as Remembrance of Things Past), published in seven parts between 1913 and 1927.

Autrefois on rêvait de posséder le cœur de la femme dont on était amoureux; plus tard sentir qu’on possède le cœur d’une femme peut suffire à vous en rendre amoureux.

  • In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

Le temps dont nous disposons chaque jour est élastique; les passions que nous ressentons le dilatent, celles que nous inspirons le rétrécissent et l’habitude le remplit.

  • The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains

[Le bonheur] est, dans l’amour, un état anormal.

  • In love, happiness is an abnormal state.

Comme tous les gens qui ne sont pas amoureux, il s’imaginait qu’on choisit la personne qu’on aime après mille délibérations et d’après des qualités et convenances diverses.

  • Like everybody who is not in love, he imagined that one chose the person whom one loved after endless deliberations and on the strength of various qualities and advantages.

L’amour, c’est l’espace et le temps rendus sensibles au coeur.

  • Love is space and time made tender to the heart.

L’adultère introduit l’esprit dans la lettre que bien souvent le mariage eût laissée morte.

  • Adultery breathes new life into marriages which have been left for dead.

Une femme est d’une plus grande utilité pour notre vie si elle y est, au lieu d’un élément de bonheur, un instrument de chagrin, et il n’y en a pas une seule dont la possession soit aussi précieuse que celle des vérités qu’elle nous découvre en nous faisant souffrir.

  • A woman is of greater service to our life if she is in it, instead of being an element of happiness, an instrument of sorrow, and there is not a woman in the world the possession of whom is as precious as that of the truths which she reveals to us by causing us to suffer.

 

Mac Tag

The Song of the Day is “Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers

Let’s lie and say it could never have been otherwise. – Jim Harrison

I would have rather felt you round my throat, Crushing out life, than waving me farewell. – Marcel Proust

Bad luck was my god. I stretched out in the muck.Arthur Rimbaud

It’s not a dream, / But the reality that makes our passion / As a lamp shadow… – W.B. Yeats

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