Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag. Do you wait to run? Do you run hot for someone? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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all about routine y’all
even of a saturday mornin’…
rise before first light
turn on the music of the day
make a breakfast burrito
and dark roast coffee
in the French press
set the pitcher for sun tea
in the kitchen window
choose a cigar
from the humidor
time to light and write
and think about you
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and the end
what every poem
is tryin’ to say
often with too many words
when it can be said with one
with another,
Today we are featurin’ a letter that my friend, and Rhett’s brother, Jett received from his friend Adele.
Dear Jett,
I am sorry I have not responded to your last few letters. I have been busy and deep in projects. Your letters always make me smile. My intentions are to write you back with something clever and amusing but I get interrupted and I get busy and never make it back to my intent. I can only imagine with your creative mind that you have me off on some wonderful adventure but I am not. I have pulled my shoulders back and moved forward with life alone. I have often thought of our discussions about finding the one, a soul mate, or settling for someone who is close enough. I guess I have never met anyone close enough or I don’t see the sense in putting energy in something that is not pure. I am not sad or heart broken about it. It is not like I feel like a wall flower and no one wants me. There are men; but men being men, I am not interested in what most of them who attempt to darken my doorway are interested in. But, I have not completely given up. I still hold on to a sliver of hope that one day someone will see something far greater in me.
Lucienne Boyer | |
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Lucienne Boyer (1945)
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And today is the birthday of Lucienne Boyer (Émilienne-Henriette Boyer, Montparnasse Quarter of Paris 18 August 1901 – 6 December 1983 Paris); diseuse and singer, perhaps best known for her version of song “Parlez-moi d’amour”.
Her melodious voice gave her the chance, while working as a part-time model, to sing in the cabarets of Montparnasse. An office position at a prominent Parisian theater opened the door for her and within a few years she was cast as Lucienne Boyer, singing in the major Parisian music halls.
In 1927, Boyer sang at a concert by Félix Mayol where she was seen by the American impresario Lee Shubert who offered her a contract to come to Broadway. Boyer spent nine months in New York City, returning to perform there and to South America numerous times throughout the 1930s. By 1933 she had made a large number of recordings for Columbia Records of France including her signature song, “Parlez-moi d’amour”. Written by Jean Lenoir, the song won the first-ever Grand Prix du Disque of the Charles Cros Academy.
Boyer lost her soldier father in World War I and had to go to work in a munitions factory to help her family get by.
In 1939, she married the cabaret singer Jacques Pills of the popular duo Pills et Tabet.
She is interred in the Cimetière de Bagneux in Montrouge, near Paris.
Parlez-moi d’amour
{Refrain}
Parlez moi d’amour
Redites-moi des choses tendres
Votre beau discours
Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre
Pourvu que toujours
Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes:
Je vous aime
Vous savez bien
Que dans le fond je n’en crois rien
Mais cependant je veux encore
Ecouter ces mots que j’adore
Votre voix aux sons caressants
Qui les murmure en frémissant
Me berce de sa belle histoire
Et malgré moi je veux y croire
{Refrain}
Il est si doux
Mon cher trésor d’être un peu fou
La vie est parfois trop amère
Si l’on ne croit pas aux chimères
Le chagrin est vite apaisé
Et se console d’un baiser
Du Coeur on guerit la blessure
Par un serment qui le rassure
{Refrain}
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