Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
how we kissed the night we met and we thought yes this time and then we asked with our eyes the first time we made love yes and then we put our arms around each other yes and i drew you close so we could feel yes and our feelin’s comin’ alive and yes we said yes we will yes
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once i started yes there was no turnin’ back and tellin’ you yes remains anyway whatever we do and then goin’ yes either it is what we want or need yes and what else were we given all those desires to know yes and we cannot help it if we still can yes it is a wonder after all we have endured yes
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at last
no matter the way the wind blows
ravin’ no more against time or fate
my own hath come
no haste, no delay
no eager pace
standin’ on my terms
what is mine shall know
what matters alone
waitin’ with somethin’
near joy,
the comin’ years
stars comin’ on
a tide unto the plains
nothin’ can keep
my own from me
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Today is the birthday of John Linnell (Bloomsbury, London 16 June 1792 – 20 January 1882 Redhill, Surrey); landscape and portrait painter and engraver. Linnell was a naturalist and a rival to John Constable. He had a taste for Northern European art of the Renaissance, particularly Albrecht Dürer. He also associated with William Blake, to whom he introduced Samuel Palmer and others of the Ancients.
Gallery
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In Dovedale, 1814
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Gravel pits of Kensington, 1811-1812
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The Prophet Balaam and the Angel – 1859
Today is Bloomsday and a quite memorable day in the annals of romance and love. As a hopeless romantic, I cannot pass up the chance to tell this story.
On 16 June 1904, James Joyce and Nora Barnacle went on their first date. Nora, who was from Galway, worked as a chambermaid at Finn’s Hotel in Dublin; she met Joyce on the 10th of June, but their first date did not happen until almost a week later. They took a walk together in Ringsend, and may or may not have indulged in pleasures of the flesh, but either way it was the start of a romance that would last the rest of Joyce’s life. Joyce’s father remarked when learning of Nora’s last name, “She’ll stick with him.” Joyce commemorated the date in his novel Ulysses (1922), a retelling of Homer’s Odyssey set in contemporary Dublin. Bloomsday is celebrated around the world. In celebration of Bloomsday and you my muse, here is Molly Bloom’s soliloquy:
the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know
“…I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”
Mac Tag
The aim of life is self-development. To realize one’s nature perfectly – that is what each of us is here for. – Oscar Wilde
‘Tis a melancholy storm that crosses the dark reflections of your quiet soul. – Edgar Allan Poe
Poems are moment’s monuments. – Sylvia Plath
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