Dear Muse, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Is there a kiss that did not happen in your life that you regret? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
we must have been
busy on this day
in 2021
how else to explain
not writin’ about
the most important one
cannot blame covid
it was a thursday
so easily coulda
been my work
for you know
i did too much
of that
i have written
about the one
we shared
in a parkin’ lot
in downtown
decatur
the one
that changed
us forever
the last first one
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the feelin’s were there
from that first day
i had given them up
for dead, so imagine
my surprise
when they awoke
wait,
that is not quite right
they stormed back
with a vengeance
but of course,
there was no figurin’
you walkin’ in that day
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have never set foot
on the Spanish Steps
but i have knelt
in the dirt at the site
where Buddy Holly died
and i have kissed
a pretty woman
‘neath a lamppost
in the French Quarter
P.S.
happy birthday
you have no idea
how much i miss you
and the kiss
that never happened
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Accordin’ to my friend Jett, dreams come true, sort of. Due to certain circumstances, Jett is not with the one he longs to be with. He is reduced to each night fallin’ asleep hopin’ the one he wants will come to him in his dreams. Last night he was lucky and his dream came true; she came into his dreams. He told me about the dream and y’all know how we love dreams here at TLC, so we are tryin’ to work that into a poem for a future TLC. Stay tuned for that.
Meanwhile muse, here is today’s Poem of the Day. A poem you should remember from our past.
The Kiss
I have known some girls
I wanted to kiss and I did
Before and after the fall
But there was this one girl,
Though I wanted to I did not,
I never kissed at all
Now all the kisses
And the girls that were
Have fallen by the way
But the thought of the kiss
That never was
Haunts me night and day
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The Song of the Day is “The Kiss” the theme from the film The Last of the Mohicans. Disclaimer: We do not own the rights to this song. No copyright infringement intended.
| Albert Bierstadt | |
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Albert Bierstadt by Napoleon Sarony
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Today is the birthday of Albert Bierstadt (Solingen, Rhine Province, Prussia; January 7, 1830 – February 18, 1902 New York City); painter best known for his sweeping landscapes of the American West. To paint the scenes, Bierstadt joined several journeys of the Westward Expansion. Though not the first artist to record these sites, Bierstadt was the foremost painter of these scenes for the remainder of the 19th century.
Bierstadt was brought to the United States at the age of one by his parents. He later studied painting for several years in Düsseldorf. He became part of the Hudson River School in New York, an informal group of like-minded painters who started painting along this scenic river. Their style was based on carefully detailed paintings with romantic lighting, sometimes called luminism. An important interpreter of the western landscape, Bierstadt, along with Thomas Moran, is also grouped with the Rocky Mountain School.
In 1859, Bierstadt traveled westward in the company of Frederick W. Lander, a land surveyor for the U.S. government. He returned to a studio he had taken at the Tenth Street Studio Building in New York with sketches that would result in numerous finished paintings. In 1863 he traveled west again, this time in the company of the author Fitz Hugh Ludlow, whose wife he would later marry.
Gallery
Rue à Nassau 1878
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Roman Fish Market. Arch of Octavius. De Young Museum, San Francisco, California
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Staubbach Falls, Near Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland, 1865
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Yosemite Valley, Yosemite Park, c. 1868, Oakland Museum, Oakland, California
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Storm in the Mountains, c. 1870, Museum of Fine Art, Boston, MA
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Mount Adams, Washington, 1875, Princeton University Art Museum
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Mount Corcoran, c. 1876–77, Corcoran Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
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Gosnold at Cuttyhunk (c. 1858), New Bedford Whaling Museum, New Bedford, MA
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The Marina Piccola, Capri (1859), Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York
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Indians Spear Fishing, 1862
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The Rocky Mountains, Lander’s Peak (1863), Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, New York
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Looking Down Yosemite Valley (1865), Birmingham Museum of Art, Birmingham, Alabama
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Lake Tahoe (1868), Fogg Art Museum, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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Sierra Nevada (c. 1871–1873), Reynolda House Museum of American Art, Winston-Salem, North Carolina.
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Storm in the Rocky Mountains, Mount Rosalie (1866), Brooklyn Museum, New York
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California Spring, 1875, De Young Museum, San Francisco, California
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Light in the Forest, unknown date
| Zora Neale Hurston | |
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Hurston between 1935 and 1943
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Today is the birthday of Zora Neale Hurston (Notasulga, Alabama; January 7, 1891 – January 28, 1960 Fort Pierce, Florida); novelist, short story writer, folklorist, and anthropologist. Of Hurston’s four novels and more than 50 published short stories, plays, and essays, she is perhaps best known for her 1937 novel Their Eyes Were Watching God.
Verse
Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)
- Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
- Ch. 1, p. 9.
- Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches.
- C. 2, p. 10.
- There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
- Ch. 3, p. 21.
- Of course he wasn’t dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
- Ch. 20, p. 193.
- Bare and bony of comfort and love.
- I used to climb to the top of one of the huge chinaberry trees, which guarded our front gate, and look out over the world. The most interesting thing that I saw was the horizon. It grew upon me that I ought to walk out to the horizon and see what the end of the world was like.
- I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.
Mac Tag
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart
– W. B. Yeats
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