Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag. Have you been into the silence? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
another from the drama files
“Well if you had to go”
oh i did, the strongest
want and need ever known
“So you could understand”
not sure i knew that initially
but it was the only way for me
to make sense of it all
“We all have stuff to process”
right, thus into the silence
though now i prefer to go
into your arms
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once ago, every day
just another way to be
not like there were
any other options
went there to understand
and i came to after awhile
the dramatic version
is that i found myself
but this i did not expect
from frequent trips to the edge,
the fear was not of fallin’, but jumpin’
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Pale Love, Pale Rider
all over now
return to the house
to the bedroom
her dress,
hangin’ by the bed
in the silence,
with what was left
lost
how could it be
that nothin’
ever came of carin’
must have made a mistake,
maybe a misunderstandin’
tried hard
to discover what
denoted ‘joy and passion’
words that looked
so fine in books
it was as if everything
must need minister
to personal longin’s,
as if thrust aside
as of no account
whatever did not
instantly contribute
to stir emotions
sentimental temperament
seekin’
what was it
that would not allow
blinded by lust
no thoughts beyond
but then,
once indispensable
afraid of losin’
yet could not tell
in cold dark moments
when feelin’s grip
clasp all the tighter;
in the darkenin’ gloom
a sigh more profound,
a touch more intense,
and in the stillness
a word would float
upon their breath
tremblin’, into silence
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no need to get
all that dramatic
how could it be
that nothin’
ever came of carin’
must have made a mistake,
maybe a misunderstandin’
tried hard to discover what
denoted ‘joy and passion’
words that looked
so fine in books
blinded by lust
no thoughts beyond
afraid of losin’
yet could not tell
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Another one for the Dark Muse. Inspired by a passage from Gustave Flaubert‘s Madame Bovary (1857). Hope you like……
Into The Silence
When it was all over
He returned to the house
and went up into the bedroom
He saw her dress,
hangin’ there on the bed
Then he sat down
and remained there till it was dark,
in the silence,
with what was left of them
Lost in sorrow,
in sorrowful meditation
In spite of everything,
she had loved him
But happiness, somehow,
had not come from that love
It seemed to him
that he must have made a mistake,
have misunderstood in some way
or another
He had tried hard
to discover what, precisely,
it was in life that was denoted
by the words ‘joy and passion’
Those words had always looked
so fine to him in books
Why was it he only cared
for the sea when the waves
were lashed to a fury,
and for lushness
only when it served
as backdrop to a ruin
It was as if everything
must needs minister to his
personal longin’s
and as if he thrust aside,
as of no account, whatever
did not instantly contribute
to stir his emotions,
for his sentimental
temperament sought out emotions
What was it about him
that would not allow him to love
His passion blinded him at first,
and he had no thoughts beyond it
But then, when she
had become indispensable
to him, he was afraid
of losin’ her
Yet he could not tell her
In the cold dark moments
when these feelin’s gripped him
he would clasp her all the tighter
In the on comin’ gloom
a sigh seemed more profound,
a touch seemed more intense,
and in the stillness that enfolded them
a word, softly murmured,
would float upon their breath
tremblin’, into silence
And now, in this cold dark moment
with these feelin’s grippin’ him
he clasped her pillow tight
In the darkenin’ gloom
his sigh seemed more profound
His loss seemed more intense,
and in the stillness that enfolded him
a word, softly murmured,
her name, floatin’ upon his breath
tremblin’, into silence
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Today is the birthday of Theodor Kittelsen (Theodor Severin Kittelsen, Kragerø 27 April 1857 – 21 January 1914); artist. He is one of the most popular artists in Norway. Kittelsen became famous for his nature paintings, as well as for his illustrations of fairy tales and legends.
Kittelsen’s style had elements of Neo-Romantic and naïve painting. As a national artist he is highly respected and well known in Norway, but doesn’t receive much international attention, which is the reason that his name is often not included in registers of internationally recognized painters and artists.
Black metal and folk metal bands such as Burzum, Empyrium, Otyg and Satyricon have used some of his pictures as album art, notably illustrations taken from Kittelsen’s book Svartedauen (The Black Death). Musician Phil Elverum named the tenth song on his 2017 album A Crow Looked at Me after Kittelesen’s painting “Soria Moria” specifically, using it as an illustration of his grief. Kittelsen’s 160th birthday was celebrated in a Google doodle on 27 April 2017, giving him some exposure outside of Norway.
Gallery
The Princess picking Lice from the Troll (1900)
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Nøkken, 1887–92 (The Water Spirit)
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Ekko (Echo), 1888
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Huldra forsvant (The Fairy That Disappeared)
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Hakkespett, 1912 (Woodpecker)
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Kornstaur i måneskinn, c. 1900 (Stooks of Grain in Moonlight)
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Trollet som grunner på hvor gammelt det er, 1911 (Troll wonders how old he is)
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Det rusler og tusler rasler og tasler, 1900 (Creepy, Crawly, Rustling, Bustling)
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Skogtroll, 1906 (Forest Troll)
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En uheldig bjørnejakt (An Unfortunate Bear Hunt)
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Kvitebjorn – Kong Valemon, 1912 (The Polar Bear King)
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Op under Fjeldet toner en Lur, 1900 (Up in the Hills a Clarion Call rings out)
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Nøkken som hvit hest, 1909 (The Nix as a white horse)
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Juletroll .1907 (Christmas Troll)
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12 villender .1897 (The 12 wild ducks)
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Streik, 1879 (Strike action)
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Gutt på hvit hest (Boy on white horse)
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selvportrett, 1891 (Self Portrait)
Illustrations for Svartedauen (Black death)
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Fattigmannen, 1894–95 (The Pauper)
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Pesta i trappen, 1896 (Plague on the Stairs)
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Pesta Kommer, 1894–95 (Plague’s Coming)
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Musstad, 1896
And today is the birthday of Cecil Day-Lewis (or Day Lewis) (Ballintubbert, County Laois, Ireland; 27 April 1904 – 22 May 1972 Hadley, Greater London); poet and the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1968 until his death in 1972. He also wrote mystery stories under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake. Father of actor Daniel Day-Lewis and documentary filmmaker and television chef Tamasin Day-Lewis.
Tempt me no more, for I
Have known the lightning‘s hour,
The poet‘s inward pride,
The certainty of power.
Is it far to go? (1963)
- “Is it far to go?” in Modern English poetry (1963) edited by N. Das Gupta, Vol. 2, p. 92
- Shall I be gone long?
For ever and a day
To whom there belong?
Ask the stone to say
Ask my song.
- Who will say farewell?
The beating bell.
Will anyone miss me?
That I dare not tell —
Quick, Rose, and kiss me.
Requiem for the Living (1964)
- I have had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show —
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And Jove is proved in the letting go.- “Walking Away” (1962), p. 33
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