The Lovers’ Chronicle 30 March – Pinturas negras – art by Francisco Goya & Vincent Van Gogh – verse by Verlaine

Dear Zazie,

Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse. This is one of our favorite days in TLC. Beauty and sorrow, our two favorite topics, were never done better than by the trio of today’s birthday boys.

Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

that you understand
certainly one reason
there are many

you, who have read
’em all, know ’em

the dark pull surfaces
know and again and
this day serves as reminder
to channel that impulse
through verse or color

to express the possibilities
in every scene, over and over

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no more fallin’
tears
nor long ache

the worst pain
not to understand
without

what have we done,
standin’ here
what will we do
with what is left

we must let this vision ride with luck
on the back of verse that moves
touched with the passion
and colors that ignite

nothin’ else matters

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she knows the place
she goes there
to escape
when the black
threatens to pull
her under
it comes and goes
without reason
without care
for what she wants
it does not defeat her
she is too strong for that,
but she wonders why
and he is there
ready to help

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her paintin’s were strikin’
the blackest i ever saw
but life gave her that
she never asked for it

she would talk of tears
that would not fall
and the long ache

she would paint
the darkness
and i would write
tryin’ to keep up,
to understand
her full heart

then
done, standin’ there
tell me what is left

because without you
rien ne suis
rien ne puis

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look forward to this day
to seek the possibilities
of black in everything
in movies, in books
in art, in verse
in bars, in the eyes
of the ones encountered
who knew it as well or better

what else matters
these stories
these scenes
what they know
those who have been

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wish we were in Madrid
at the Museo del Prado
to see them again
the pain, the fear
the beauty
later, we would
drink absinthe
and read Verlaine
and offer ourselves
to each other
to be consumed

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Self-portrait, c. 1796-97. Museo del Prado

Self-portrait, c. 1796-97. Museo del Prado

Today is the birthday of Francisco Goya (Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes; Fuendetodos, Aragón, Spain 30 March 1746 – 16 April 1828 Bordeaux); romantic painter and printmaker.  In my opinion, the most important Spanish artist of late 18th and early 19th centuries.  Goya is often referred to as both the last of the Old Masters and the first of the moderns.  Far and away, my favorite Goya paintings are his so called Pinturas negras (Black Paintings).  They are a group of fourteen paintings from the later years of his life, likely between 1819 and 1823.  The paintings portray intense, haunting themes, reflective of both his fear of insanity and his bleak outlook on humanity.  In 1819, at the age of 72, Goya moved into a two-story house outside Madrid that was called Quinta del Sordo (Deaf Man’s Villa).  All of the paintings were executed in oil directly onto the plaster walls of the house.  Goya apparently, did not intend for the paintings to be exhibited, nor did not write of them.  It was not until around 1874, about 50 years after his death, that they were taken down and transferred to a canvas support.  The effects of time on the murals, coupled with the inevitable damage caused by the delicate operation of mounting the crumbling plaster on canvas, meant that most of the murals suffered extensive damage and loss of paint.  Today they are on permanent display at the Museo del Prado, Madrid.  Goya did not give titles to the paintings, or if he did, he never revealed them.  Most names used for them are designations employed by art historians.  Initially, they were catalogued in 1828 by Goya’s friend, Antonio Brugada.  Pinturas negras have inspired my verse, time and again.  I have a long, unfinished, epic poem about them.  Here they are:

Images of the Pinturas negras

He eats his young.
(Saturno devorando a su hijo), Saturn Devouring His Son, 1819-1823
(El perro), The Dog, 1819-1823
(Dos viejos/Un viejo y un fraile), Two Old Men, 1819-1823
(Hombres leyendo), Men Reading, 1819-1823
(Judith y Holofernes), Judith and Holofernes, 1819-1823
(Mujeres riendo), Women Laughing, 1819-1823
Heads in a Landscape (Cabezas en un paisaje, possibly the fifteenth Black Painting)
A dog looks up.
(Una manola/La Leocadia), Leocadia, 1819-1823
(Átropos/Las Parcas), Atropos (The Fates), 1819-1823
Like wraiths.
(Duelo a garrotazos), Fight with Cudgels, 1819-1823
(Dos viejos comiendo sopa), Two Old Men Eating Soup, 1819-1823
Two men fight each other.
(Vision fantástica/Asmodea), Fantastic Vision, 1819-1823
Two figures at a table.
(Peregrinación a la fuente de San Isidro/Procesión del Santo Oficio), Procession of the Holy Office, 1819-1823
(El Gran Cabrón/Aquelarre), Witches’ Sabbath, 1819-1823
(La romería de San Isidro), A Pilgrimage to San Isidro, 1819-1823

The Song of the Day is Peter Gabriel Fourteen Black Paintings. we do not own the rights to this song. all rights belong to rightful owner.

paulverlaineCarrierePortraitVerlain

Portrait by Eugène Carrière 1890

Today is the birthday of Paul Verlaine (Paul-Marie Verlaine, Metz 30 March 1844 – 8 January 1896 Paris); poet associated with the Symbolist movement.  In my opinion, he is one of the greatest representatives of the fin de siècle in international and French poetry.  Here are a few of my favorite Verlaine verses:

Il pleure dans mon cœur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon cœur?

  • Falling tears in my heart,
    Falling rain on the town.
    Why this long ache,
    A knife in my heart.
  • “Il pleur dans mon cœur” line 1, from Romances sans paroles (1874); Sorrell p. 69
  • C’est bien la pire peine
    De ne savoir pourquoi
    Sans amour et sans haine
    Mon cœur a tant de peine!

    • By far the worst pain
      Is not to understand
      Why without love or hate
      My heart’s full of pain.
    • “Il pleur dans mon cœur” line 13, from Romances sans paroles (1874); Sorrell p. 71

Qu’as-tu fait, ô toi que voilà
Pleurant sans cesse,
Dis, qu’as-tu fait, toi que voilà
De ta jeunesse?

  • What have you done, you standing there
    In floods of tears?
    Tell me what you have done
    With your young life?
  • “Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit”, line 13, from Sagesse (1880); Sorrell p. 111

Que ton vers soit la bonne aventure
Éparse au vent crispé du matin
Qui va fleurant la menthe et le thym…
Et tout le reste est littérature.

  • You must let your poems ride their luck
    On the back of the sharp morning air
    Touched with the fragrance of mint and thyme…
    And everything else is literature.
  • Line 33, Sorrell p. 125

Aime-moi
car sans toi
rien ne suis
rien ne puis

 

Vincent van Gogh
A head and shoulders portrait of a thirty something man, with a red beard, facing to the left

Self-Portrait, 1887, Art Institute of Chicago

Today is the birthday of Vincent Willem van Gogh (Zundert, Netherlands 30 March 1853 – 29 July 1890 Auvers-sur-Oise, France); Post-Impressionist painter who is among the most famous and influential figures in the history of Western art. In just over a decade he created about 2,100 artworks, including around 860 oil paintings, most of them in the last two years of his life in France. They include landscapes, still lifes, portraits and self-portraits, and are characterised by bold colours and dramatic, impulsive and expressive brushwork that contributed to the foundations of modern art. His suicide at 37 followed years of mental illness and poverty.

Van Gogh suffered from psychotic episodes and delusions and though he worried about his mental stability, he often neglected his physical health, did not eat properly and drank heavily. His friendship with Paul Gauguin ended after a confrontation with a razor, when in a rage, he severed part of his own left ear. He spent time in psychiatric hospitals, including a period at Saint-Rémy. After he discharged himself and moved to the Auberge Ravoux in Auvers-sur-Oise near Paris, he came under the care of the homeopathic doctor Paul Gachet. His depression continued and on 27 July 1890, Van Gogh shot himself in the chest with a revolver. He died from his injuries two days later.

Van Gogh was unsuccessful during his lifetime, and was considered a madman and a failure. He became famous after his suicide, and exists in the public imagination as the quintessential misunderstood genius, the artist “where discourses on madness and creativity converge”. His reputation began to grow in the early 20th century as elements of his painting style came to be incorporated by the Fauves and German Expressionists. He attained widespread critical, commercial and popular success over the ensuing decades, and is remembered as an important but tragic painter, whose troubled personality typifies the romantic ideal of the tortured artist.

Gallery

Donna al Cafè Le Tambourin

Donna al Cafè Le Tambourin

 

Head shot photo of the artist as a clean-shaven young man. He has thick, ill-kept, wavy hair, a high forehead, and deep-set eyes with a wary, watchful expression.
Head shot photo of a young man, similar in appearance to his brother, but neat, well-groomed and calm.
in 1873, when he worked at the Goupil & Cie’s gallery in The Hague. Theo (pictured right, in 1878) was a life-long supporter and friend to his brother.

 

A view from a window of pale red rooftops. A bird flies in the blue sky; in the near distance there are fields and to the right, the town and other buildings can be seen. On the distant horizon are chimneys.

Rooftops, View from the Atelier The Hague, 1882, private collection

A group of five sit around a small wooden table with a large platter of food, while one person pours drinks from a kettle in a dark room with an overhead lantern.

The Potato Eaters, 1885. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

Blue-hued pastel drawing of a man facing right, seated at a table with his hands and a glass on it. He is wearing a coat. There are windows in the background.

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Portrait of Vincent van Gogh, 1887, pastel drawing, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

A large house under a blue sky

The Yellow House, 1888. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

A seated red-bearded man wearing a brown coat, facing to the left, with a paintbrush in his right hand, is painting a picture of large sunflowers.

Paul Gauguin, The Painter of Sunflowers: Portrait of Vincent van Gogh, 1888. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

 A landscape in which the starry night sky takes up two thirds of the picture. In the left foreground a dark pointed cypress tree extends from the bottom to the top of the picture. To the left, village houses and a church with a tall steeple are clustered at the foot of a mountain range. The sky is deep blue. In the upper right is a yellow crescent moon surrounded by a halo of light. There are many bright stars large and small, each surrounded by swirling halos. Across the centre of the sky the Milky Way is represented as a double swirling vortex.

The Starry Night, June 1889. Museum of Modern Art, New York

White House at Night, 1890. Hermitage Museum, St Petersburg, painted six weeks before the artist’s death

Tree Roots, July 1890, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

The Church at Auvers, 1890. Musée d’Orsay, Paris

Two graves and two gravestones side by side; heading behind a bed of green leaves, bearing the remains of Vincent and Theo Van Gogh, where they lie in the cemetery of Auvers-sur-Oise. The stone to the left bears the inscription: Ici Repose Vincent van Gogh (1853–1890) and the stone to the right reads: Ici Repose Theodore van Gogh (1857–1891)

Vincent and Theo’s graves at Auvers-sur-Oise

 A view of a dark starry night with bright stars shining over the River Rhone. Across the river distant buildings with bright lights shining are reflected into the dark waters of the Rhone.

Starry Night Over the Rhone, 1888. Musée d’Orsay, Paris

A squarish painting of green winding olive trees; with rolling blue hills in the background and white clouds in the blue sky above.

Olive Trees with the Alpilles in the Background, 1889. Museum of Modern Art, New York

A squarish painting of a closeup of two women with one holding an umbrella while the other woman holds flowers. Behind them is a young woman who is picking flowers in a large bed of wildflowers. They appear to be walking through a garden on a winding path at the edge of a river.

Memory of the Garden at Etten (Ladies of Arles), 1888. Hermitage Museum, St Petersburg

A well-dressed woman sits facing to her right (the viewer's left). She has two books on her lap, and is dressed in dark clothes vividly contrasted against a yellow background.

L’Arlésienne: Madame Ginoux with Books, November 1888. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

 A portrait of Vincent van Gogh from the left, with an extreme intense, intent look, and a red beard.

Self-Portrait, September 1889. Musée d’Orsay, Paris

A ceramic vase with sunflowers on a yellow surface against a bright yellow background.

Still Life: Vase with Fourteen Sunflowers, August 1888. National Gallery, London

 A painting of a large cypress tree, on the side of a road, with two people walking, a wagon and horse behind them, and a green house in the background, under an intense starry sky.

Road with Cypress and Star, May 1890, Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo

A watercolour of two pink peach trees in a blossoming orchard of trees near a wooden fence under a bright blue sky.

Pink Peach Tree in Blossom (Reminiscence of Mauve), watercolour, March 1888. Kröller-Müller Museum

 An expansive painting of a wheatfield, with green hills through the centre underneath dark and forbidding skies.

Wheatfield Under Thunderclouds, 1890, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam, Netherlands

A man wearing a straw hat, carrying a canvas and paintbox, walking to the left, down a tree-lined, leaf-strewn country road

Painter on the Road to Tarascon, August 1888 (destroyed by fire in the Second World War)
Que de beautés dans l’art, à condition de pouvoir retenir ce que l’on a vu. On n’est alors jamais désoeuvré ni vraiment solitaire, jamais seul.
– Vincent Van Gogh

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