The Lovers’ Chronicle 13 December – never as is – smitten Chopin

The Lovers’ Chronicle 13 December – never as is – smitten Chopin – art by Emily Carr

13 December 2023 By Rhett 0 In Love, Poems, Random, Songs

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Have you told someone never? Has someone told you never? Are you as is or as you were? Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

all done with searchin’

all we need is here

the things you say to me
i cannot remember hearin’
before and these feelin’s
lengthen and there is after
each day an amazement
that converges in this

all it took
to go from
never to ever

well that is a word,

overused for certain

and here

is the trouble with as is

it can be a very long time

i come here as i do

each night, to try

to make a little sense

of the trail left behind

and what comes after

but mostly just tryin’

to figure this

i never expected you

Pale Love, Pale Rider edition

no point

in searchin’

all you need is here

verse is a force

that lengthens feelin’s

and there is after each one,

an amazement that emerges

it helps with gettin’ through

occurrences of nothin’ness

and understandin’ what it takes

to resign oneself to believe in it

how is it

that the things

you say to me

are things i cannot

remember anyone

ever sayin’ to me

yes, i take pleasure
in this indulgence
it is the only pleasure
goin’ on here these days

one needs only
to study the position
of the hands, to know
how to play as is

how strange
these words
on this page,
are but the debris
of those who came before

simplicity,
after one has been
through everything
and played all the notes,
is all that emerges

fast movin’ dream
tryin’ to keep up
whisperin’ voices
of many others
the Revelator says
believe
the lover says,
yes please

love is a many splintered thing
sorrow, a many splendored thing

tryin’ to love ’em all
hell, you could not even
love yourself

did you want for them
what they wanted, or
did you want for them
what you wanted

huge difference

“But don’t you miss…”
no, not really

and what of her
she was everything
you ever wanted
but you tossed around
never as if it were free
and now never is here

so own it

Sorry, Dark Muse took over today. Inspired in part by the Songs of the Day noted below:

Never As Is

This dream is movin’ pretty fast

Not sure I can keep up with it:

I hear whisperin’ voices
There are many others in here
The prophet said do not believe
The Dark Muse said these are the words
The lover said yes please like that
The Other One said come this way

All these voices comin’ at once
Somethin’ is written on the wall…

Love is a many splintered thing
Pain is a many splendored thing
You went about lovin’ ’em all
You should have tried to love yourself
You see I am you, you are me
She was everything you had hoped

There it is again, the writin’
SI SA REVEN: just makes no sense:

Did you want for her what she did
Or that which you wanted for her
Are you as is, or as you were,
Or as is, or as you will be
Never is ever as it is
Nothin’ is ever as it was

The voices come in unison
Now I understand the writin’:

Never say never say never
Here is the trouble with never
It can be a really long time
You used never with no regrets
She told you never and it is
And you will never be as is

Never as is, never as is

The Songs of the Day are “The Trouble with Never” and “As Is” both by Van Halen from their album, A Different Kind Of Truth. we do not own the rights to these songs. no copyright infringement intended.

Chopin is smitten

Frédéric Chopin and George Sand by Eugène Delacroix

On this day in 1836, the composer Frederic Chopin held a musical soiree in his apartment in Paris. The Paris Opéra tenor Adolphe Nourit, the Pavarotti of his day, sang some Schubert songs, accompanied at the piano by Chopin’s friend, Franz Liszt. Liszt and Chopin also played a new Sonata in E-flat for piano four-hands by Ignaz Moscheles. One of the people Chopin invited was a petite, olive-skinned Baroness turned writer, who, despite her sex, went by the name George Sand. Sand was famous for her novels, which included passages considered quite racy in that day, and for her unorthodox lifestyle. She liked cigars and often showed up at parties dressed as a man. Chopin had met her earlier, and at first was not attracted to her. The 26 year-old composer was engaged to a much younger girl back home in Poland, who could not be more unlike the 32-year-old Sand. But opposites attracted in this case. Sand showed up for Chopin’s soiree wearing white pantaloons and a scarlet sash (the colors of the Polish flag)—and left her cigars at home. Before long the Chopin-Sand romance was the talk of Paris. “My heart was conquered,” wrote Chopin in his journal, “She understood me.”

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Emily Carr
Emily Carr

Today is the birthday of Emily Carr (Victoria; December 13, 1871 – March 2, 1945 Victoria); artist and writer heavily inspired by the Indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest Coast. One of the first painters in Canada to adopt a Modernist and Post-Impressionist painting style. As she matured, the subject matter of her painting shifted from aboriginal themes to landscapes; forest scenes in particular. As a writer, Carr was one of the earliest chroniclers of life in British Columbia. The Canadian Encyclopedia describes her as a “Canadian icon”.

Carr suffered a heart attack in 1937, and another in 1939, forcing her to move in with her sister Alice to recover. In 1940 Carr suffered a serious stroke, and in 1942 she had another heart attack. Carr’s focus shifted from her painting to her writing. She suffered her last heart attack and died on March 2, 1945, at the James Bay Inn in her hometown of Victoria, British Columbia. Carr is buried at Ross Bay Cemetery.