Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Not sure about you but that unendin’ love stuff sounds pretty good. Does it really exist? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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not seem, did and do
in every way, in every form
from that day to this
my verse has made and remade
each moment of our time
as a gift for us
whenever i hear the old stories, the pain
the ancient tale of bein’ apart or together
as i look in the rear view, in the end you emerge
we have shared in the same sweetness
and tears of farewell
the end in each other
the days past and future
the memories of all mergin’
with this we have chosen
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last night, with the moonlight
slippin into my room,
i sensed your presence
the oblong of light
moved across my books,
and my writin’ desk
i waited, watched
the light shift
toward a sketch on the wall
then slide down to the wood floor
“Are they beyond you, those words.”
i expect
you were my last chance
it hardly makes sense
to think lookin’ again
would do any good
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Today is the birthday of Emil Nolde (born Emil Hansen; Nolde, Province of Schleswig-Holstein, Kingdom of Prussia, German Empire 7 August 1867 – 13 April 1956 Seebüll, Schleswig-Holstein, West Germany); painter and printmaker. He was one of the first Expressionists, a member of Die Brucke. He is known for his brushwork and expressive choice of colors. Golden yellows and deep reds appear frequently in his work, giving a luminous quality to otherwise somber tones. His watercolors include vivid, brooding storm-scapes and brilliant florals.
Nolde’s intense preoccupation with the subject of flowers reflected his interest in the art of Vincent van Gogh.
He married Danish actress Ada Vilstrup in 1902 and moved to Berlin.
Gallery
Head with Pipe (Self Portrait) (1907) Lithograph
picture taken in 1929
Flower Garden (without figure) (Blumengarten, ohne Figur), 1908, oil on canvas
Reclining Female Nude
The Dance #2, 1911
The Burial (Die Grablegung), 1915, oil on canvas, 87 x 117 cm, Stiftung Nolde, Seebüll, Nasjonalmuseet, National Museum of Art, Architecture and Design, Norway
Today is the birthday of Nikolai Triik (Nikolai Voldemar Triik 7 August 1884, Tallinn – 12 August 1940, Tallinn); Modernist painter, graphic artist, printmaker and professor. His work displays elements of Symbolism and Expressionism.1906, he married the daughter of a wealthy factory owner and moved to Paris. His second wife, Viktoria (the daughter of Mihkel Martna), died in 1935, aged only forty-four. He fell ill early in 1940 and returned to Tallinn, where he died shortly after.
Gallery
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View of a Small Town
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Portrait of Konrad Mägi
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Finnish Landscape
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View of Toompea
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Fight with the Hydra
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Lennuk
Today is the birthday of Felice Bryant (born Matilda Genevieve Scaduto; Milwaukee, Wisconsin; August 7, 1925 – April 22, 2003 Gatlinburg, Tennessee); songwriter and collaborator with her husband, Boudleaux. Perhaps best known for songs such as “Rocky Top,” “We Could” (credited solely to Felice), “Love Hurts” (credited solely to Boudleaux), and numerous hits by the Everly Brothers, including “All I Have to Do Is Dream” (credited solely to Boudleaux), “Bye Bye Love”, and “Wake Up Little Susie”. “Love Hurts” is perhaps my favorite song.
And on this day in 1941, Bengali poet, novelist, musician, painter and playwright, Nobel Prize recipient, The Shakespeare of India, Rabindranath Tagore died in Calcutta. He wrote one of my favorite poems, Unending Love, which Gregory Peck read on camera after Audrey Hepburn’s death. Here is the poem for you:
Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain, It’s ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever. From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radice Mac TagThe Song of the day is Pino Daniele – “Amore Senza Fine” – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8IO75h9W4k
the pleasures of love are pains that become desirable…where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell— in short, love is harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond… – Umberto Eco
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