Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Do you have a love that will not die? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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does it disappear,
though buried so deep
whether in the next room,
or separated by time
i am you and you are me
whatever we were
that we are still
our easy ways would return
no difference, no forced
solemnity nor sorrow
as we always were
everything enjoyed together
think of us, let us be
ever the words
they always were
let it be so without effort
without the ghosts of shadows
life means all that it ever meant
it can be the same as it ever was
unbroken continuity
waitin’ for you
somewhere very near
nothin’ is past
nothin’ is lost
one brief moment
and all will be
as it was before
and how soon we shall
forget the partin’
when we meet again
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it really was worth
the trouble to stop and look
stop indeed, to see her pass
but it will not do
to stop too long
and be ensnared
in a delusion
better to settle
for the grip of wine
and long orisons
but of course,
comes the ache
and layin’ on the floor
eyes dim, everything
appears to turn around
a painful vibration
in the silence
she, kneelin’ by my side
strives to relieve me
by pressin’ herself
against me
and comfort comes
she whispers a plea
into my mouth
and presses her lips
against mine
i swallow that prayer
without a smile
not wishin’
to hurt her feelin’s
or shake her faith
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Treppenszene (Stairway Scene), 1932, Kunsthalle Hamburg, Hamburg
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Today is the birthday of Oskar Schlemmer (Stuttgart, 4 September 1888 – 13 April 1943 Baden-Baden); painter, sculptor, designer and choreographer associated with the Bauhaus school.
In 1923, he was hired as Master of Form at the Bauhaus theatre workshop, after working at the workshop of sculpture. Perhaps his most famous work is Triadisches Ballett (Triadic Ballet), which saw costumed actors transformed into geometrical representations of the human body in what he described as a “party of form and colour”.
Gallery
The Women’s School
Bauhaustreppe (Bauhaus Stairway), 1932, Museum of Modern Art, New York
It was on this day in 1914 that French poet Charles Péguy died in Villeroy, France. In 1897, at age 24, Péguy married Charlotte-Françoise Baudoin. They had one daughter and three sons, one of whom was born after Péguy’s death. Around 1910 he fell deeply in love with Blanche Raphael, a young Jewish friend, however he was faithful to his wife. My friend Jett is in that situation. He is married with kids but he loves another. The only reason he stays with his wife is because of the kids.
Here is the Poem of the Day by Péguy.
L’amour ne disparaît jamais…
L’amour ne disparaît jamais… la mort n’est rien.
Je suis seulement passé dans la pièce d’à côté.
Je suis moi et vous êtes vous.
Ce que nous étions les uns pour les autres, nous le sommes toujours.
Donnez-moi le nom que vous m’avez toujours donné.
Parlez-moi comme vous l’avez toujours fait.
Ne changez rien au ton,
Ne prennez pas un air solennel ou triste.
Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble.
Priez, souriez, pensez à moi, priez pour moi.
Que mon nom soit prononcé à la maison comme il l’a toujours été.
La vie signifie tout ce qu’elle a toujours signifié.
Elle est ce qu’elle a toujours été.
Le fil n’est pas coupé.
Pourquoi serais-je hors de votre pensée, simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue ?
Je vous attends, je ne suis pas loin, juste de l’autre côté du chemin.
Vous voyez, tout est bien.
Love Never Disappears…Death is Nothing
Love never disappears, death is nothin’ I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight
I am waitin’ for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well
Nothin’ is past; nothin’ is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of partin’ when we meet again
The Song of the Day is “Love Never Dies” from Andrew Lloyd Webber‘s musical Love Never Dies, the sequel to The Phantom of the Opera, performed here by Sierra Boggess.
My love for you will never disappear, nor die, nor fade away. My love for you lives on.
Mac Tag
There will be things that I do that no one will be left to understand. – Charles Péguy
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination. – Richard Wright
A slow autumn rain:
The sad eyes of the lover
Fill a lonely night.
Richard Wright
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil. – Friedrich Nietzsche
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