The Lovers’ Chronicle 30 August – À bout de souffle – Come to Me – art by Jacques-Louis David, Isaac Levitan & Leonor Fini – verse by Mary Shelley

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Who comes to you in your dreams?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

to feel again
À bout de souffle
to awaken
visions renew
makes me want
wallow in the reverie
of your skin, your hands
the verse given, the songs,
the sketches, the time spent
holdin’ you and feelin’
myself flow into you
it has been so long
come to me
i will for you,
come

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’twas thus told
only to awaken

verse veils the night
visions renew
my vows to thee

breathless once
makes me want

come to me
i will for you,
come

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watchin’ À bout de souffle,
again, how many times now

really must start sooner
to give you somethin’ worthy
sleep pulls and i resist

searchin’ the memory
of your eyes, your hands
the verse given, the songs,
the sketches, the time spent
come to me, to be
breathless again

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Last night, I dreamed
a dark-haired beauty…

I had been workin’ out and she
came to me and hugged me
I told her I was sweaty,
but she did not care
I held her and felt
myself flow into her
I told her it had been
so long,
so long
She held me tighter
Who was she
Did wishful thinkin’
make her appear
Is she a premonition
Last night, I dreamed
a dark-haired beauty

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Jacques-Louis David
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Self portrait of Jacques-Louis David, 1794, Musée du Louvre

Jacques-Louis David (Paris; 30 August 1748 – 29 December 1825 Brussels); painter in the Neoclassical style, perhaps the preeminent painter of the era.  In the 1780s his cerebral brand of history painting marked a change in taste away from Rococo frivolity toward a classical austerity and severity, heightened feeling harmonizing with the moral climate of the final years of the Ancien Régime.

David later became an active supporter of the French Revolution and friend of Maximilien Robespierre (1758–1794), and was effectively a dictator of the arts under the French Republic.  Imprisoned after Robespierre’s fall from power, he aligned himself with yet another political regime upon his release: that of Napoleon, The First Consul of France.  At this time he developed his Empire style, notable for its use of warm Venetian colours.  After Napoleon’s fall from Imperial power and the Bourbon revival, David exiled himself to Brussels, then in the United Kingdom of the Netherlands, where he remained until his death.  David had a large number of pupils, making him the strongest influence in French art of the early 19th century, especially academic Salon painting.

David was granted lodging in the Louvre, an ancient and much desired privilege of great artists.  When the contractor of the King’s buildings, M. Pécoul, was arranging with David, he asked the artist to marry his daughter, Marguerite Charlotte.  This marriage brought him money and eventually four children.  David had his own pupils, about 40 to 50, and was commissioned by the government to paint “Horace defended by his Father”, but he soon decided, “Only in Rome can I paint Romans.”  His father-in-law provided the money he needed for the trip, and David headed for Rome with his wife and three of his students, one of whom, Jean-Germain Drouais (1763–1788), was the Prix de Rome winner of that year.

Gallery

Venitienne A Sa Toilette

Venitienne A Sa Toilette

Mademoiselle Guimard as Terpsichore, 1774–5, an early work 

Equestrian portrait of Stanisław Kostka Potocki (1781)

 

Oath of the Horatii (second version; 1786)

The Death of Socrates (1787)

The Lictors Bring to Brutus the Bodies of His Sons (1789)

Drawing of the Tennis Court Oath. David later became a deputy in the National Convention in 1792

Republican costume designed by David. Engraving by Denon

The Death of Marat (1793)

Marie Antoinette on the Way to the Guillotine, 16 October 1793. Sketched from a window in the rue Sainte-Honoré while the cart went past 

The Intervention of the Sabine Women (1799) 

The Emperor Napoleon in His Study at the Tuileries (1812) National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C. 

Napoleon at the Saint-Bernard Pass (1801)

The Coronation of Napoleon, (1806) 

The Sisters Zénaïde and Charlotte Bonaparte

Mars Being Disarmed by Venus and the Three Graces, David’s last great work (1824) 

Self-Portrait (1791)

 

maryshelleyRothwellMaryShelleyIt is the birthday of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, born Mary Godwin in London, England (1797).  She is famous as the author of Frankenstein (1818), which is considered the first science fiction novel ever written, and for bein’ the wife of English Romantic poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley.  Mary Godwin may have first met the radical poet-philosopher Shelley in the interval between her two stays in Scotland.  By the time she returned home for a second time on 30 March 1814, Shelley had become estranged from his wife, Harriet, and was regularly visitin’ Mary Godwin’s father, whom he had agreed to bail out of debt.  Mary and Percy began meetin’ each other secretly at Mary Wollstonecraft’s grave in St Pancras Churchyard, and they fell in love.  She was sixteen, he nearly twenty-one.  To Mary’s dismay, her father disapproved and tried to thwart the relationship and salvage the “spotless fame” of his daughter.  On 28 July 1814, the couple secretly left for France, takin’ Mary’s stepsister, Claire Clairmont, with them, but leavin’ Shelley’s pregnant wife behind.  They married in late 1816 after the suicide of Shelley’s wife.  On 12 March 1818, they left England for Italy where Shelley would die in 1822.  Of course, the poem of the day is from Mary Shelley:

Come to Me in Dreams

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
…I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
…And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

‘Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
…Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
…And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
…And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
…Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
…I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
…And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

 

Isaac Levitan
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Issac Levitan, Self portrait, 1880

Today is the birthday of Isaac Ilyich Levitan (Kibarty, Augustów Governorate, Congress Poland, Russian Empire; 30 August [O.S. 18 August] 1860 – 4 August [O.S. 22 July] 1900 Moscow); landscape painter who advanced the genre of the “mood landscape.”

Gallery 

" Brouillard sur l' eau " 1895

” Brouillard sur l’ eau ” 1895

Autumn day. Sokolniki. 1879

Levitan. Portrait by Valentin Serov (1893)

Lake. Russia 1900. The last, unfinished Levitan painting 

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