The Lovers’ Chronicle 14 November – two – random reveries – art by Claude Monet

14 November 2023 By Rhett 0 In Love, Poems, Random, Songs

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. What favorite reveries do you return to again and again? Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

ah yes, this moment

in time, where we

converge, in somethin’

we have not had before

discovery comes

when least expected

sure passion was there

but then, who saw this comin’

these feelin’s leadin’ deeper

than either of us have been

together, a pirourette

towards where we belong

return

where one ends

another begins

who is dreamin’ who

beauty, shadows

ardent eyes will see,

however, different,

you are like this

this must be limbo,

at first, and as sacred,

we touch, in rhythm

and also in madness

it can make us whole

write the right words

some barely touch it
but it sure touches them

beautiful, my friend
every day i discover
even more
it is intoxicatin’
i want to paint it all,
write it all
burstin’ with ideas

i start to see and understand
it seems as if i can see
us

this is what we should be
workin’ on, continuously…

return and return again, where one ends
another begins; who is dreamin’ who

if one is ardent, the eyes will see
all that can be stretchin’ out
however, different, you like this
the opposite of love’s indifference
at first, and as sacred, we touch

two made whole, a touch
and tenderness did the rest
it means that we can dance,
that we can finally stop searchin’
none too soon in us, we found
for our journey, bodies of mortals
and souls paid for in weights of old

Today a poem, on our favorite topic, and a song, for you. The Poem of the Day was inspired by readin’ some classic Italian literature. It really is random and bounces around so I hope you can follow my randomness and I hope you like it.

Random Reveries

Return and return again, where one ends

Another begins; who is dreamin’ who

The beauty and Her dark shadows

If one is ardent, the eyes will see,

Loveliness stretched out sensuously

However, different, you like this

It seems that this must be Limbo

At first, and as sacred, we touch,

In rhyme and rhythm and rhapsody

That would go to infinity,

And also in passionate madness

But I say, well, she made me whole

Her touch and tenderness did the rest,

That hot-blooded flesh an invitation

It means that you can dance again,

It is necessary for la bella vita,

And faith, and removin’ doubt

Not so soon in me, she looked,

That adage is one can hardly see,

She left rather than renounce love

When the cold wind blows,

You do not always write the right words

Time vows Her vengeance

To be blunt, bold and liberal

Over the course of many nights

So then let loose those two sinners

Me, and Mal, that Time gave us,

For our journey, bodies of mortals

And souls paid for in weights of old

Because a heart that has little standin’,

Will die soon, if not tenderly treasured

Oh lucky you, that truth and Time,

With scythe and scales in Her hand,

Sends you back out of the vastness

Beautiful face and fervent feelin’s

That thirst only the adventurous

These reveries swirl in and out,

The mortal enemies of madness

Thus it is to constantly seek sanity,

As the totem continues to spin

The Song of the Day is “Rêverie” by Claude Debussy.

Claude Monet
photo by Nadar, 1899.

Today is the birthday of Oscar-Claude Monet (Paris; 14 November 1840 – 5 December 1926 Giverny); founder of French Impressionist painting, and the most consistent and prolific practitioner of the movement’s philosophy of expressing one’s perceptions before nature, especially as applied to plein-air landscape painting. The term “Impressionism” is derived from the title of his painting Impression, soleil levant (Impression, Sunrise), which was exhibited in 1874 in the first of the independent exhibitions mounted by Monet and his associates as an alternative to the Salon de Paris. Monet’s ambition of documenting the French countryside led him to adopt a method of painting the same scene many times in order to capture the changing of light and the passing of the seasons. From 1883 Monet lived in Giverny, where he purchased a house and property, and began a vast landscaping project which included lily ponds that would become the subjects of his best-known works. In 1899 he began painting the water lilies, first in vertical views with a Japanese bridge as a central feature, and later in the series of large-scale paintings that was to occupy him continuously for the next 20 years of his life.

In January 1865 Monet painted Camille or The Woman in the Green Dress (La femme à la robe verte), one of many works using his future wife, Camille Doncieux, as his model. The following year Monet used Camille for his model in Women in the Garden, and On the Bank of the Seine, Bennecourt in 1868. Camille became pregnant 1867. Monet and Camille married on 28 June 1870, just before the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian War, and, after their excursion to London and Zaandam, they moved to Argenteuil, in December 1871. He and Camille lived in poverty for most of this period.

In 1876, Camille became ill with tuberculosis. In the summer of that year, the family moved to the village of Vétheuil where they shared a house with the family of Ernest Hoschedé, a wealthy department store owner and patron of the arts. In 1878, Camille Monet was diagnosed with uterine cancer, and she died on 5 September 1879 at the age of thirty-two.

Monet made a study in oils of his dead wife. Many years later, Monet confessed to his friend Georges Clemenceau that his need to analyse colours was both the joy and torment of his life.

While Monet continued to live in the house in Vétheuil, Alice Hoschedé helped Monet to raise his two sons, Jean and Michel. She took them to Paris to live alongside her own six children. In the spring of 1880, Alice Hoschedé and all the children left Paris and rejoined Monet at Vétheuil. In 1881, all of them moved to Poissy. In April 1883, looking out the window of the little train between Vernon and Gasny, he discovered Giverny in Normandy. Monet, Alice Hoschedé and the children moved to Vernon, then to the house in Giverny. Following the death of her estranged husband, Monet married Alice Hoschedé in 1892.

Monet died of lung cancer at the age of 86 and is buried in the Giverny church cemetery. Monet had insisted that the occasion be simple; thus only about fifty people attended the ceremony.

His home, garden, and waterlily pond were bequeathed by his son Michel, his only heir, to the French Academy of Fine Arts (part of the Institut de France) in 1966. Through the Fondation Claude Monet, the house and gardens were opened for visits in 1980, following restoration. In addition to souvenirs of Monet and other objects of his life, the house contains his collection of Japanese woodcut prints. The house and garden, along with the Museum of Impressionism, are major attractions in Giverny, which hosts tourists from all over the world.