Dear Zazie, Hope your day is goin’ well. Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. I like where Mac Tag is goin’ with this one; the images of rain are soothin’ in this hot summer and one of my favorite subjects, dreamin’. Are you alone, dreamin’ someone will come to you? Rhett
The Lovers’ Almanac
Dear Muse,
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wanderer, your verse
is the trail and nothin’ more
you turn to look behind
you see where you have been
and you know where you should go
wanderer, this is the only way out
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my mornin’ dream over me
as i rise, not ready to let you go
but the sunrise is comin’
and my day awaits
i am made better by these mornin’s
i marvel at the memories of you
and the promise of the sunrise
what was it,
that held us together
a thing that has no word
now, the long summer light
finally yieldin’ to clouds
and a shower
takes me back to the nights
we would listen to the rain
fallin’ on the metal roof
of the house we loved in
i close this day
hopin’ it will end
as it began
with a dream,
with you comin’ to me
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George Catlin by William Fisk, 1849 |
Today is the birthday of George Catlin (Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania; July 26, 1796 – December 23, 1872 Jersey City, New Jersey); painter, author, and traveler who specialized in portraits of Native Americans in the Old West. Travelling to the American West five times during the 1830s, Catlin was the first white man to depict Plains Indians in their native territory.
Catlin met Clara Bartlett Gregory in 1828 in her hometown of Albany, New York. After their marriage, she accompanied him on one of his journeys west.
Many historians and descendants believe George Catlin had two families; his acknowledged family on the east coast of the United States, but also a family started with a Native American woman.
Gallery
Tchón-su-móns-ka, Sand Bar, Wife (épouse) of the Trader François Chardon
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Tipis
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An Indian Ball-Play c. 1846-1850
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Ball-play Dance 1834
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Attacking the Grizzly Bear
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Ah-yaw-ne-tak-oár-ron
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The Cutting Scene, Mandan O-kee-pa Ceremony, 1832
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Little Bear, Hunkpapa Brave, 1832
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Wi-jún-jon, Going To and Returning From Washington
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Buffalo Bull Grazing,1845
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Lithograph of Lacrosse players
| George Bernard Shaw | |
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Shaw in 1911, by Alvin Langdon Coburn
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Today is the birthday of George Bernard Shaw (Dublin 26 July 1856 – 2 November 1950 Ayot St Lawrence, Hertfordshire, United Kingdom ), known at his insistence simply as Bernard Shaw; playwright, critic and polemicist whose influence on Western theatre, culture and politics extended from the 1880s to his death and beyond. He wrote more than sixty plays, including major works such as Man and Superman (1902), Pygmalion (1912) and Saint Joan (1923). With a range incorporating both contemporary satire and historical allegory, Shaw became the leading dramatist of his generation, and in 1925 was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Quotes
The Philanderer (1893)
- It’s well to be off with the Old Woman before you’re on with the New.
- Act II
- The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.
- Act II
- The test of a man or woman’s breeding is how they behave in a quarrel.
- Act IV
Man and Superman (1903)
- The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.
- This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
- There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.
- Statement by Mendoza, whom some have declared an Oscar Wilde-like figure; this line is apparently derived from one of Wilde’s in Act III of Lady Windermere’s Fan (1892): In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
- There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
- The confusion of marriage with morality has done more to destroy the conscience of the human race than any other single error.
Getting Married (1908)
- There is no subject on which more dangerous nonsense is talked and thought than marriage.
- Preface
- Home life as we understand it is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.
- Preface
- When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.
- Preface
- Love is an appetite which, like all other appetites, is destroyed for the moment by its gratification.
- Preface
Heartbreak House (1919)
- When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.
- Ellie Dunn, Act II
Back to Methuselah (1921)
- I hear you say “Why?” Always “Why?” You see things; and you say “Why?” But I dream things that never were; and I say “Why not?”
- The Serpent, in Pt. I : In the Beginning, Act I
- Conceive. That is the word that means both the beginning in imagination and the end in creation.
- The Serpent, in Pt. I, Act I
- THE SERPENT: The voice in the garden is your own voice.
ADAM: It is; and it is not. It is something greater than me: I am only a part of it.
EVE: The Voice does not tell me not to kill you. Yet I do not want you to die before me. No voice is needed to make me feel that.
ADAM [throwing his arm round her shoulder with an expression of anguish]: Oh no: that is plain without any voice. There is something that holds us together, something that has no word —
THE SERPENT: Love. Love. Love.
ADAM: That is too short a word for so long a thing.- The Serpent, Adam, and Eve, in Pt. I, Act I
Antonio Machado
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Today is the birthday of Antonio Machado (Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz; Seville 26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939 Collioure, France); poet and one of the leading figures of the Spanish literary movement known as the Generation of ’98.
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Caminante, son tus huellas |
Wanderer, your footsteps are |
| Aldous Huxley
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Today is the birthday of Aldous Huxley (Aldous Leonard Huxley; Godalming, England 26 July 1894 – 22 November 1963 Lots Angeles); writer, novelist, philosopher, and poet.
Huxley married Maria Nys (10 September 1899 – 12 February 1955), a Belgian he met at Garsington, Oxfordshire, in 1919. In 1955, Maria died of cancer.
In 1956, Huxley married Laura Archera (1911–2007), also an author as well as a violinist and psychotherapist. She wrote This Timeless Moment, a biography of Huxley. Laura illuminated the story of their marriage through Mary Ann Braubach’s 2010 documentary, “Huxley on Huxley”.
Winter Dream
Oh wind-swept towers,
Oh endlessly blossoming trees,
White clouds and lucid eyes,
And pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant
With who knows what of subtlety
And magical curves and limbs—
White Anadyomene and her shallow breasts
Mother-of-pearled with light.
And oh the April, April of straight soft hair,
Falling smooth as the mountain water and brown;
The April of little leaves unblinded,
Of rosy nipples and innocence
And the blue languor of weary eyelids.
Across a huge gulf I fling my voice
And my desires together:
Across a huge gulf … on the other bank
Crouches April with her hair as smooth and straight and brown
As falling waters.
Oh brave curve upwards and outwards.
Oh despair of the downward tilting—
Despair still beautiful
As a great star one has watched all night
Wheeling down under the hills.
Silence widens and darkens;
Voice and desires have dropped out of sight.
I am all alone, dreaming she would come and kiss me.
Mac Tag
Song of the day – Kelly Andrew – “Winter’s Dream”
Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I. – Shakespeare
Ever love . . . . ever the sobbing liquid of life… – Walt Whitman
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