Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Are your nights without someone? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
after all
moments sought
in your presence
let us live, love,
in this vision
each other
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there is no
ever after here
got some
for awhile
and while it lasts,
but that is all
shoulda known all along
that B. B. was right,
long gone for sure
and for those of you
who say i am wrong,
that i should not
give up hope,
i say…
sadness is borne of ignorin’
that which is inevitable
so there will be no despairin’
of what was meant to be
for this is where i belong
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“Your vulnerability
is freaking me out.
Is it real?”
it is the only thing
i have left that is
“Remember when you told me
when you were young
and you met someone new,
you thought you were flying,
but you were really falling?”
“And didn’t you tell me
there were times
when you knew
you were going to fall,
but you tried to fly
because the falling
felt like flying?”
oh, I see where this is goin’…
“Well come on!
Fly you big dummy!”
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Today is the premiere day of Benvenuto Cellini, an opera semiseria in two acts with music by Hector Berlioz and libretto by Léon de Wailly and Henri Auguste Barbier. It was the first of Berlioz’s operas, premiered at the Académie Royale de Musique (Salle Le Peletier) on this day in 1838. The story is inspired by the memoirs of the Florentine sculptor Benvenuto Cellini, although the elements of the plot are largely fictional. The opera is technically very challenging and rarely performed. However, the overture to the opera sometimes features in symphony orchestra programs, as does the concert overture Le carnaval romain which Berlioz composed from material in the opera.
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Self portrait, circa 1910
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Today is the birthday of Marianne von Werefkin (Tula, Russian Empire; 10 September [O.S. 29 August] 1860, Tula, Russia– 6 February 1938, Ascona, Switzerland), born Marianna Wladimirowna Werewkina; Expressionist painter.
In 1892 she met Alexej von Jawlensky, who desired to be her protégé, and in 1896 she, Jawlensky, and their servant moved to Munich. For the sake of Jawlensky’s painting, Werefkin interrupted her painting for almost ten years. She initiated a Salon in Munich which soon became a center of lively artistic exchange.
At the outbreak of the First World War, Werefkin and Jawlensky immigrated to Switzerland, near Geneva. They later moved to Zurich. By 1918, they had separated, and Werefkin moved alone to Ascona, on Lago Maggiore where she painted many colorful, landscapes in an expressionist style.
Werefkin died in Ascona on 6 February 1938. She was buried in the Russian graveyard in Ascona.
Gallery
Conversation
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Selfportrait in sailor blouse, 1893, oil on canvas
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In the Theater I, 1906, tempera and gouache on paper
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Fall, School (Herbst, Schule), c. 1907, tempera on cardboard
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The Black Women (Schwarze Frauen), 1910, gouache on cardboard
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Ice Skaters (I pattinatori), 1911, tempera-painting on paper
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Storm Winds (Sturmwind), 1915–17, oil on canvas
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Police sentinel in Vilnius, 1917, tempera on canvas, Museo Comunale d’Arte Moderna, Ascona
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Fantastic Night, 1917, oil and tempera on cardboard
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The Family (La Familia), 1922, tempera on cardboard
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The Monk (Der Mönch), 1932, tempera on cardboard
Women in black
The Dancer Sacharoff
And today is the birthday of Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania; September 10, 1886 – September 27, 1961); poet, novelist, and memoirist known for her association with the early 20th century avant-garde Imagist group of poets such as Ezra Pound and Richard Aldington. She published under the pen name of H.D.H.D. married Aldington in 1913. After he enlisted in the army, the couple became estranged, and he reportedly took a mistress in 1917. H.D. became involved in a close but platonic relationship with D. H. Lawrence. She moved into a cottage in Cornwall with the composer Cecil Gray, a friend of Lawrence and became pregnant with Gray’s child, however, by the time she realised she was expecting, the relationship had cooled and Gray had returned to live in London. Close to the end of the war, H.D. met the wealthy English novelist Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman). They lived together until 1946, and although both took numerous other partners, Bryher remained her lover for the rest of H.D.’s life.
Verse
So you may say,
Greek flower; Greek ecstasy
reclaims forever
one who died
following intricate song’s
lost measure.
For one moment seek
a lesser beauty
and a lesser grace,
but you will find
no peace in the end
save in her presence.
- Amaranth.
Be indigestible, hard, ungiving.
so that, living within,
you beget, self-out-of-self,
selfless,
that pearl-of-great-price.
- The Walls Do Not Fall.
The reason is:
rats leave the sinking ship
but we…
we…
didn’t leave,
so the ship
didn’t sink,
and that’s madness,
Lear’s song
that’s Touchstone’s forest jest,
that’s swan of Avon logic.
- May 1943.
We don’t have to know,
only to be:
let go the jumble of worn words,
reason and vanity.
- Star by Day.
What does a woman see in another woman that she doesn’t see in a man: tenderness. – Sylvia Plath
Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences. – Sylvia Plath
A poet, when he is growing old, will ask himself if he cannot keep his mask and his vision without new bitterness, new disappointment. – W.B. Yeats
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