Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. What words do you long to hear? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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why was i there
the light was wrong
the shadows too…
how i miss you here,
how you would
like this journey
git it down quickly
go for the color
you see
when you look,
when you see
how to render it
as you see it,
then you know
how it comes
and still the same
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do you believe
you git to choose
who you love
choices
then she said
“You said I was a candle
and you were the only mirror.
Is that true?
I’m afraid that the words
I long to tell you,
are only to you,
old stories,
you’ve read or lived.
So afraid of this,
that I hide them
lest you should see
inside me.”
when you come
into the room
when we touch
believe
you need not be afraid
tell me what you long to tell
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Accidentally a lover, a part of a whole. Then accidentally alone, a part of nothin’. Remember when we made mad love? Before it turned to shadow love, then random love and finally abandoned love? Accidentally like a curse; the heart gets harder and the hurt gets worse.
Accidentally
Accidentally a lover
A part of a whole
Then accidentally alone
A part of nothin’
Remember when we had mad love
Before it turned to shadow love
Then random love
And finally abandoned love
Accidentally like a curse
Never thought
there would be
such a price
The heart gets harder
and the hurt gets worse
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Never The Words
Tightrope or feather bed
I chose tightropes
She chose feather beds
And this is what she said…
“Thinking last night, when asked,
But could not tell
You’ve spent your emotional life
While I have hoarded mine
Puts a great gulf between us,
Sets us on opposite shores,
At hopelessly distant points
Of our respective shores
You said I was a candle
And you were the only mirror
That could reflect my light
That’s true, but I am afraid
So afraid that the words
I long to unpack for you,
Are only, to you, old stories,
Old familiar tales you’ve read, lived
So afraid of this, that often
And often I stuff my words
Back into their box,
Lest I should see you smiling at them
If, wherever you touch me,
A heart beats under your touch
If you can’t come into the room
Without my feeling all over me
A ripple of flame
If, when you hold me, I don’t speak,
It’s because all the words in me
Seem to throb, my thoughts blur
Why should I be so afraid
Of your seeing, hearing my words
When I can turn the familiar
Old tales back into such beauty”
Tried to tell her not to be afraid
She never put her fears aside
Never unwrapped the words
Never said what I longed to hear
The Song of the Day is “Words” by Skylar Grey. We do not own the rights to this song. No copyright infringement inteded. All rights reserved by the artist/producer.
| Vasily Surikov | |
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Self-portrait (1879)
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Today is the birthday of Vasily Ivanovich Surikov (Krasnoyarsk, Yeniseysk Governorate, Russian Empire; 24 January 1848 – 19 March 1916, Moscow); realist history painter. Many of his works have become familiar to the general public through their use as illustrations.
In 1878, he married Elisabeth Charais, a French woman who was descended from the Decembrist, Pyotr Svistunov, on her mother’s side.
In 1888, his wife died. He was buried at Vagankovo Cemetery, next to his wife.
Gallery
Portrait of K. M. Verkhoturova, 1890
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The Morning of the Streltsy Execution
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Boyarina Morozova
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The Bronze Horseman
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Menshikov in Berezov
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The Capture of Snow Town
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The Conquest of Siberia by Yermak Timofeyevich
Today is the birthday of Konstantin Fyodorovich Bogaevsky (Eastern Crimean city of Feodosia, 24 January [O.S. 12 January] 1872 – 17 February 1943 Feodosia); painter notable for his Symbolist landscapes.
Gallery
Desert
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Tropical Landscape, 1906
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Sea Shore, 1907
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South Country. A cave town 1908
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Italian landscape, 1911
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Cloud, 1920s
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Rainbow, 1931
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Port of an Imaginable City 1932
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Recollection of Mantegna, 1942
| Edith Wharton | |
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Edith Wharton, c. 1889
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Today is the birthday of Edith Wharton (New York; born Edith Newbold Jones; January 24, 1862 – August 11, 1937 Saint-Brice-sous-Forêt, France); Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist, short story writer, and designer. She was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1927, 1928 and 1930. Wharton combined her insider’s view of America’s privileged classes with a natural wit to write humorous, incisive novels and short stories of social and psychological insight.
Wharton said, “Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.” She wrote about frustrated love in novels like The House of Mirth (1905), Ethan Frome (1911), and The Age of Innocence (1920), for which she became the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize.
She was a teenage bookworm, readin’ insatiably from her family’s expansive library and feelin’ alienated and adrift in the New York high-society circles her family moved in. At 23, she married a family friend, a classy, good-lookin’ sportsman named Edward “Teddy” Robbins Wharton, who was not particularly fond of books. He had a tendency for manic spells, extravagant spendin’ sprees, and infidelity. It was a long and miserable marriage.
She met Henry James in Europe and became good friends with him. He encouraged her to write about the New York City she knew so well and disliked. He said, “Don’t pass it by — the immediate, the real, the only, the yours.” And it was Henry James who introduced her to his friend Morton Fullerton, a dashin’, promiscuous, intellectual American expat journalist who reported for the London Times from Paris. Wharton fell hard for the man, filled her diary with passages about how their romance and conversation made her feel complete, wrote him pleadin’ letters, and about a year into their affair, when she was in her late 40s, moved full-time to Paris, where he resided. The affair ended in 1911, the year she published Ethan Frome. She once wrote to him:
“Do you know what I was thinking last night, when you asked me, & I couldn’t tell you? — Only that the way you’ve spent your emotional life while I’ve … hoarded mine, is what puts the great gulf between us, & sets us not only on opposite shores, but at hopelessly distant points of our respective shores. Do you see what I mean?
“And I’m so afraid that the treasures I long to unpack for you, that have come to me in magic ships from enchanted islands, are only, to you, the old familiar red calico & beads of the clever trader, who has had dealing with every latitude, & knows just what to carry in the hold to please the simple native — I’m so afraid of this, that often & often I stuff my shining treasures back into their box, lest I should see you smiling at them!
“Well! And what if you do? It’s your loss, after all! And if you can’t come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, & if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, & if, when you hold me, & I don’t speak, it’s because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur — why should I be afraid of your smiling at me, when I can turn the beads & calico back into such beauty —?”
Edith Wharton said, “There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.”
| Warren Zevon | |
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1978 press photo of Zevon
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And today is the birthday of Warren William Zevon (Chicago; January 24, 1947 – September 7, 2003 Los Angeles); rock singer-songwriter and musician.
Zevon’s compositions include “Werewolves of London”, “Lawyers, Guns and Money”, “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner” and “Johnny Strikes Up the Band”, all of which are featured on his third album, Excitable Boy (1978). Zevon also wrote major hits that were recorded by other artists, including “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”, “Accidentally Like a Martyr”, “Mohammed’s Radio”, “Carmelita”, and “Hasten Down the Wind”.
Along with his own compositions, Zevon recorded or performed occasional covers, including Allen Toussaint’s “A Certain Girl”, Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” and Leonard Cohen’s “First We Take Manhattan”. He was a frequent guest on Late Night with David Letterman and the Late Show with David Letterman. Letterman later performed guest vocals on “Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song)” with Paul Shaffer and members of the CBS Orchestra on Zevon’s album My Ride’s Here.
Lyrics
Warren Zevon (1976)
- She’s so many women,
He can’t find the one who was his friend.
So he’s hanging on to half her heart.
He can’t have the restless part,
So he tells her to hasten down the wind.- Hasten Down the Wind
- Poor, poor pitiful me.
Poor, poor pitiful me.
These young girls won’t let me be.
Lord have mercy on me.
Woe is me.- Poor Poor Pitiful Me
- Loneliness and frustration,
We both came down with an acute case.
And when the lights came up at two,
I caught a glimpse of you.
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase- The French Inhaler
- So much to do, there’s plenty on the farm;
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm;
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.- I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead
- Carmelita hold me tighter,
I think I’m sinking down.
And I’m all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town.- Carmelita
- And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will,
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill.Don’t the sun look angry through the trees?
Don’t the trees look like crucified thieves?
Don’t you feel like Desperados under the eaves?
Heaven help the one who leaves.- Desperadoes Under the Eaves
- Except in dreams, you’re never really free.
- ”Desperados Under the Eaves
Excitable Boy (1978)
- Roland the headless Thompson gunner,
Norway’s bravest son.
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war.
But time stands still for Roland
‘Til he evens up the score.
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun;
In the muzzle flash of Roland’s Thompson gun.- Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner, written by Warren Zevon and David Lindell
- He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom.
Excitable boy, they all said.
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home.
Excitable boy, they all said.- Excitable Boy, written by Warren Zevon and LeRoy Marinell
- I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand,
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain.
He was looking for a place called Le Ho Fooks.
Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein.- Werewolves of London, written by Warren Zevon, LeRoy Marinell, and Waddy Wachtel
- He’s the hairy-handed gent, who ran amok in Kent.
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair.
You better stay away from him. He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim.
Huh, I’d like to meet his tailor.- Werewolves of London
- I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London.
I saw a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic’s…
His hair was perfect.- Werewolves of London
- We made mad love:
Shadow love,
Random love,
And abandoned love.
Accidentally like a martyr.
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder- Accidentally like a Martyr
- Send lawyers, guns and money.
Dad, get me out of this!- Lawyers
The Envoy (1982)
- So I’m gonna hurl myself against the wall,
‘Cause I’d rather feel bad than not feel anything at all.- Ain’t That Pretty At All, written by Warren Zevon and LeRoy Marinell
Sentimental Hygiene (1987)
- Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job–whatever.
I need some
Sentimental Hygiene.
Everybody’s at war these days.
Let’s have a mini-surrender.
I need some Sentimental hygiene- Sentimental Hygiene
- They made hypocrite judgments after the fact,
But the name of the game is be hit and hit back.- Boom Boom Mancini
- I woke up this morning and fell out of bed;
Trouble waiting to happen.
Should’ve quit while I was ahead;
Trouble waiting to happen.
I turned on the news to the Third World War,
Opened up the paper to World War IV.
Just when I thought it was safe to be bored,
Trouble waiting to happen.- Trouble Waiting to Happen, written by Warren Zevon and J. D. Souther
Transverse City (1989)
- When I was young, times were hard.
When I got older it was worse.- The Long Arm of the Law
Mr. Bad Example (1991)
- I’m very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I’m proud to be a glutton and I don’t have time for sloth
I’m greedy and I’m angry and I don’t care who I cross.- Mr. Bad Example
- Down in the basement
I have a Craftsman lathe.
Show it to the children
When they misbehave.- Model Citizen, written by Warren Zevon, LeRoy Marinell, and Waddy Wachtel
- And I’m searching for a heart,
Searching everyone.
They say love conquers all.
You can’t start it like a car,
You can’t stop it with a gun.- Searching For a Heart
Mutineer (1995)
- We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven.- The Indifference of Heaven
Life’ll Kill Ya (2000)
- Life’ll kill ya,
That’s what I said.
Life’ll kill ya,
Then you’ll be dead.
Life’ll find ya
Wherever you go.
Requiescat in pace
That’s all she wrote.- Life’ll Kill Ya
- I can saw a woman in two.
But you won’t want to look in the box when I do- For My Next Trick I’ll Need A Volunteer
- You know I hate it when you put your hand inside my head
And switch all my priorities around.
Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size instead?- I’ll Slow You Down
- My shit’s fucked up.
It had to happen to the best of us.
The rich folk suffer like the rest of us,
It will happen to you.- My Shit’s Fucked Up
The Song of the Day is “Accidentally Like a Martyr” by Warren Zevon.
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