Dear Zazie Lee, Here is the latest edition of The Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag. Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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best ever at fallin’
never could resist,
once struck
by the thunderbolt
an addiction
to the bearable terror
(can one ever
feel that way
about another)
but tell me
how the hell hard
can it be to find
the one just suited
and why is it
so damn easy
to find the ill suited
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gin, straight, Hendrick’s
of course, cause wine
just will not git it done
on this cold night
havin’ trouble gittin’
this to come into focus
wood stove keeps
the flesh warm
but does nothin’
for a cold heart
or dormant
desire
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Legends, Elegies, Pleasures and Norma Jean
The man who wrote Legends of the Fall
Wrote; ‘Don’t fall in love as if fallin’ off a dock at night’
But when you are struck by the thunderbolt
How do you not fall
The man who wrote the Duino Elegies
Wrote; ‘Beauty is only the start of bearable terror’
But to be without beauty
Is unbearable
The woman once known as Norma Jean
Wrote; ‘I know from life one cannot love another’
I know what she meant, but to love you
How can I not
The man who wrote The Pleasures of Hope
Wrote; ‘How hard it is to find the one just suited to our mind! ‘
But it is just a little too easy to find one
Who is ill suited
Legends, Elegies, Pleasures and Norma Jean
What they wrote is unforgettable
And that is what you are, though near or far
In every way
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Today is the birthday of Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus; Venusia, December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC Rome); Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus (also known as Octavian). The rhetorician Quintilian regarded his Odes as just about the only Latin lyrics worth reading. Horace also crafted elegant hexameter verses (Satires and Epistles) and caustic iambic poetry (Epodes).
His career coincided with Rome’s momentous change from a republic to an empire. An officer in the republican army defeated at the Battle of Philippi in 42 BC, he was befriended by Octavian’s right-hand man in civil affairs, Maecenas, and became a spokesman for the new regime.
Inde fit ut raro, qui se vixisse beatum
dicat et exacto contentus tempore vita
cedat uti conviva satur, reperire queamus.
(we rarely find anyone
who can say he has lived
a happy life, and who,
content with his life,
can retire from it all
like a satisfied guest)
Non satis est puris versum perscribere verbis.
- it is not enough to combine
well-chosen words in a well-ordered line
Nunc vino pellite curas.
- Now drown care in wine.
Si vis me flere, dolendum est
primum ipsi tibi.
- If you wish me to weep, you yourself
Must first feel grief.
Brevis esse laboro,
obscurus fio.
- Struggling to be brief I become obscure.
Adolph von Menzel
Gallery
Emilie Menzel, seated woman
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Building Site with Willows, 1846.
The Bedroom of the Artist in the Ritterstraße, 1847
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Begegngung mit Kaiser Joseph II in Neiße, 1857.
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Weekday in Paris, 1869
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Supper at the Ball, 1878.
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Fronleichnamsprozession in Hofgastein , 1880.
| Camille Claudel | |
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Camille Claudel in 1884 (aged 19)
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Today is the birthday of Camille Claudel (Fère-en-Tardenois, Aisne; 8 December 1864 – 19 October 1943 Montdevergues, Vaucluse); sculptor and graphic artist. She died in relative obscurity, but subsequently gained recognition for the originality of her work. She was the elder sister of the poet and diplomat Paul Claudel.
As a young woman she studied at the Académie Colarossi, one of the few places open to female students, with sculptor Alfred Boucher. In 1882, Claudel rented a workshop with other young women, mostly English, including Jessie Lipscomb. Alfred Boucher became her mentor. Claudel was depicted in “Camille Claudel lisant” by Boucher and later she herself sculpted a bust of Boucher. Before moving to Florence and after having taught Claudel and others for over three years, Boucher asked Auguste Rodin to take over the instruction of his pupils. This is how Rodin and Claudel met and their tumultuous and passionate relationship started.
Around 1884, she started working in Rodin’s workshop. Claudel became a source of inspiration, his model, his confidante and lover. She never lived with Rodin, who was reluctant to end his 20-year relationship with Rose Beuret. In 1892, after an abortion, Claudel ended the intimate aspect of her relationship with Rodin, although they saw each other regularly until 1898.
After 1905 Claudel appeared to be mentally ill. She destroyed many of her statues, disappeared for long periods of time, and exhibited signs of paranoia and was diagnosed as having schizophrenia. She accused Rodin of stealing her ideas and of leading a conspiracy to kill her. After the wedding of her brother in 1906 and his return to China, she lived secluded in her workshop. On 10 March 1913 at the initiative of her brother, she was admitted to the psychiatric hospital of Ville-Évrard in Neuilly-sur-Marne. On 7 September 1914 Camille was transferred with a number of other women, to the Montdevergues Asylum, at Montfavet, six kilometres from Avignon. Camille Claudel died on 19 October 1943, after having lived 30 years in the asylum at Montfavet (known then as the Asile de Montdevergues, now the modern psychiatric hospital Centre hospitalier de Montfavet).
Gallery
Abandonner
| Diego Rivera | |
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Diego Rivera with a xoloitzcuintle, photo taken at the Casa Azul
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Today is the birthday of Diego María de la Concepción Juan Nepomuceno Estanislao de la Rivera y Barrientos Acosta y Rodríguez, known as Diego Rivera (Guanajuato; December 8, 1886 – November 24, 1957 Mexico City); painter. His large frescoes helped establish the Mexican Mural Movement in Mexican art. Between 1922 and 1953, Rivera painted murals among others in Mexico City, Chapingo, Cuernavaca, San Francisco, Detroit, and New York City. Rivera had a volatile marriage with fellow Mexican artist Frida Kahlo.
Rivera married Angelina Beloff in 1911. Rivera had a child with Maria Vorobieff-Stebelska. He married his second wife, Guadalupe Marín, in June 1922. He was still married when he met art student Frida Kahlo. They married on August 21, 1929 when he was 42 and she was 22. Their mutual infidelities and his violent temper led to divorce in 1939, but they remarried December 8, 1940 in San Francisco. Rivera later married Emma Hurtado, his agent since 1946, on July 29, 1955, one year after Kahlo’s death.
Gallery
La chascona
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Self-portrait with Broad-Brimmed Hat, 1907, 84.5 × 61.5 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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Avila Morning (The Ambles Valley), 1908, 97 × 123 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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Street in Ávila (Ávila Landscape), 1908, 129 × 141 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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El Picador, 1909, 177 × 113 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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The House on the Bridge, 1909, 147 × 121 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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After the Storm (The Grounded Ship), 1910, 120.7 × 146.7 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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Landscape, 1911. Frida Kahlo Museum.
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Portrait of Adolfo Best Maugard, 1913, 227.5 × 161.5 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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The Sun Breaking through the Mist, 1913, 83.5 × 59 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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The Woman at the Well, 1913, 145 × 125 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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The Alarm Clock, 1914. Frida Kahlo Museum
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Two Women (Dos Mujeres, Portrait of Angelina Beloff and Maria Dolores Bastian), 1914, 197.5 x 161.3 cm. Arkansas Arts Center
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Portrait de Messieurs Kawashima et Foujita, 1914, oil and collage on canvas, 78.5 x 74 cm. Private collection
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Young Man with a Fountain Pen, 1914, 79.5 × 63.5 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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El Rastro, 1915, 27.5 × 38.5 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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Zapata-style Landscape, 1915, 145 × 125 cm. Museo Nacional de Arte
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Portrait of Marevna, c.1915, 145.7 x 112.7 cm. Art Institute of Chicago
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Seated Woman (Women with the Body of a Guitar), 1915-16. Frida Kahlo Museum
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Urban Landscape, 1916. Frida Kahlo Museum
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Still Life with Tulips (Naturaleza Muerta con Tulipanes), 1916, oil on canvas, 67.8 x 53.7 cm
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Knife and Fruit in Front of the Window, 1917, 91.8 × 92.4 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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Still Life with Utensils, 1917, 71 × 54 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
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The Mathematician, 1919, 115.5 × 80.5 cm. Museo Dolores Olmedo
| Jim Morrison | |
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Promotional photo of Jim Morrison, 1969
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And today is the birthday of The Lizard King, Mr. Mojo Risin’, Jim Morrison (born James Douglas Morrison; Melbourne, Florida; December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971 Paris); singer, songwriter, and poet, best remembered as the lead singer of The Doors. As a result of his lyrics, wild personality, performances, and the dramatic circumstances surrounding his life and death, Morrison is regarded by critics and fans as one of the most iconic and influential frontmen in rock music history. He was also well known for improvising spoken word poetry passages while the band played live. Morrison developed an alcohol dependency during the 1960s, which at times affected his performances on stage. He died at the age of 27 in Paris, possibly from an accidental heroin overdose. As no autopsy was performed, the exact cause of Morrison’s death is still disputed. Morrison is interred at Père Lachaise Cemetery in eastern Paris.
Lyrics/Poetry
You know the day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Tried to run —
Tried to hide —
Break on through to the other side!
- “Break on Through (To The Other Side)” from The Doors (1967)
- We chased our pleasures here,
Dug our treasures there,
But can you still recall
The time we cried?
Break on through to the other side!- “Break on Through (To The Other Side)” from The Doors
- It hurts to set you free, but you’ll never follow me.
- “The End” from The Doors (1967)
- People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down.- “People Are Strange” on the album Strange Days (1967)
- When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange.- “People Are Strange” on the album Strange Days (1967)
- Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I’ll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try.- “Five to One” on the album Waiting for the Sun (1968)
- The old get older
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We’re takin’ over
Come on!- “Five to One” on the album Waiting for the Sun (1968)
- Take an Indian home to lunch.
- When asked how the USA should celebrate the Bicentennial, as quoted in Avant Garde magazine (March 1968)
- At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom’s shore.
Waiting for the sun…- “Waiting for the Sun” on the album Morrison Hotel (1970)
- This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.
- “Waiting for the Sun” on the album Morrison Hotel (1970)
- Killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad.- “Riders on the Storm” from the album L.A. Woman (1971).
- Listen to this, and I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache
I’ll tell you ’bout the heartache and the loss of God.- “The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)” on the albums L. A. Woman (1971) and An American Prayer (1978)
- I’ll tell you this —
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.- “The Wasp (Texas Radio And The Big Beat)” on the albums L. A. Woman (1971) and An American Prayer (1978)
- Mute nostril agony.
- “Horse Latitudes”
- Don’t let me die in an automobile
I wanna lie in an open field
Want the snakes to suck my skin
Want the worms to be my friends
Want the birds to eat my eyes
As here I lie
The clouds fly by- “The End; Live in New York” (1970), “The End; Live at The Hollywood Bowl” (1968)
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
- Yoga powers.
To make oneself invisible or small.
To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things.
To change the course of nature.
To place oneself anywhere in space or time.
To summon the dead.
To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images, of events on other worlds,
in one’s deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others.
- (Windows work two ways, mirrors one way.)
You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.
- The world becomes an apparently infinite,
yet possibly finite, card game.
Image combinations,
permutations,
comprise the world game.
The New Creatures
- I can’t believe this is happening
I can’t believe all these people
are sniffing each other
& backing away
teeth grinning
hair raised, growling, here in
the slaughtered wind
- Do you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
or forgiveness?
- Camel caravans bear
witness guns to Caesar.
Hordes crawl and seep inside
the walls. The streets
flow stone. Life goes
on absorbing war. Violence
kills the temple of no sex.
- Cool pools
from a tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening
Clouds weaken
and die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, & is gone. - There they are
watching
us everything
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
- This is it
no more fun
the death of all joy
has come.
An American Prayer (1978)
- Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind. - Me and my mother and father, and a grandmother and a grandfather. were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just — I don’t know what happened — but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death.
So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta’ been about four — like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back — is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians… maybe one or two of ’em… were just running around freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. And they’re still there.
- Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom?
Have you been born yet
& are you alive?
- Let’s reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
- Now listen to this…
Ill tell you about texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars…
Out here we is stoned…
Immaculate.
- O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives - The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
- I touched her thigh
and death smiled
- We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
- Resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
- I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower.
I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
- Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven’s
claws
- I will not go
Prefer a
feast of Friends
To the Giant family
- The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment through and through.
You’ve seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all of the rest — (did you
have a good world when you
died?) — enough to base
a movie on?
- They’re making a joke of our universe
- Do you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
Within a jail
Within a gaol
Within a white free protestant maelstrom
We’re perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something that’s already found us.
- Always a playground instructor, never a Killer
- Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand.
- Indian, Indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.
- Lying on stained wretched sheets with the bleeding virgin,
we could plan a murder…or start a religion.
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