Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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for myself,
what else is there
to write about
if i can just get
to the heart of it
stretch full
by the fire
as the chill
settles in
ever callin’
ever unanswered
as through the silence
descendin’ thoughts
for you gather, whisperin’
your name yes again
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it is not “like” anything
so stop writin’ that it is
a kiss
on a boat at a private lake
on a ranch in the high plains
dancin’ naked
in the high hill country rain
makin’ love
‘neath a waterfall in belize
bein’ half of a whole
that, is what it is
not quite
as cold today
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then, facin’ down the trail
ridin’ toward the hills
perceptions flash
cold touch of the breeze
cold rush of flowin’ water
from the nearby river
sun shinin’ out of a cold sky
song of a hawk coldly distant
everything cold and intangible
colder and tighter
stretches the skin
over my face
colder and harder
grows the heart
colder and steadier
becomes the will
as the past recedes behind me
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Today is the birthday of Enrique Simonet Lombardo (Valencia; February 2, 1866 – April 20, 1927 Madrid); painter.
In 1887 Simonet obtained a grant to study painting in the Fine Arts Academy in Rome, where he painted in 1890 Heart’s Anatomy; a painting that would bring him international recognition and which won him several prizes. Taking advantage of his stay Simonet traveled throughout Italy, visited Paris several times and in 1890 he made a tour of the Mediterranean. He also traveled to the Holy Land, where he painted his monumental work Flevit super illam (painting) [es]; work for which he received numerous medals including Madrid in 1892, Chicago in 1893, Barcelona in 1896 and Paris in 1900. In 1893 and 1894 Simonet traveled to Morocco as a war correspondent for the magazine La Ilustración Española y Americana.
Gallery
Retrato de señora
“Ragazza ciociara”
« Danza de los velos » (1896)
“Anatomía del corazón”
Today is the birthday of James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (Dublin 2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 Zurich); novelist, short story writer, and poet. He contributed to the modernist avant-garde and, in my opinion, is one of the most influential and important authors of the 20th century.
Perhaps best known for Ulysses (1922), see below. Other well-known works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914), and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939). His other writings include three books of poetry, a play, occasional journalism and his published letters.
In 1904, in his early twenties, Joyce emigrated permanently to continental Europe with his partner (and later wife) Nora Barnacle. They lived in Trieste, Paris and Zurich. Though most of his adult life was spent abroad, Joyce’s fictional universe centres on Dublin, and is populated largely by characters who closely resemble family members, enemies and friends from his time there. Ulysses in particular is set with precision in the streets and alleyways of the city. Shortly after the publication of Ulysses, he elucidated this preoccupation somewhat, saying, “For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal.”
Verse
Pomes Penyeach (1927)
- Boor, bond of thy herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!- Tilly, p. 9
- Loveward above the glancing oar
- Watching The Needleboats At San Sabba, p. 10
- Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave- A Flower Given To My Daughter, p. 11
- How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,
Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,- She Weeps Over Rahoon, p. 12
- The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.- Tutto E Sciolto, p. 13
- Around us fear, descending
Darkness of fear above- On The Beach At Fontana, p. 14
- And mine a shielded heart for her
Who gathers simples of the moon.- Simples, p. 15
- Vast wings above the lambent waters brood
Of sullen day.- Flood, p. 16
- Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken- Nightpiece, p. 17
- The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name — her name —- Alone, p. 18
- Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.- A Memory Of The Players In A Mirror At Midnight, p. 19
- Again!
- A Prayer, p. 21
Today is the premiere date in 1900 of Louise, a “musical novel,” or “roman musical,” in four acts and five scenes by Gustave Charpentier. It can be considered an opera. The composer himself penned the French libretto with contributions from Saint-Pol-Roux, a symbolist poet and inspiration of the surrealists. It is an atmospheric story of working-class life in Paris, with the city itself invoked along the way: young Louise, a seamstress living with her parents, loves Julien, an artist; she desires freedom, associated in her mind with him and the city. (Charpentier would later write a sequel, the opera Julien, describing the artist’s aspirations.) Musically the work is verismo, it marks the beginning of naturalism in French opera.
On this day in 1922, Ulysses by James Joyce is published.
First edition
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Ulysses is a modernist novel, first serialised in parts in the American journal The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920, and then published in its entirety by Sylvia Beach in Paris. In my opinion, one of the most important works of modernist literature.
Ulysses chronicles the peripatetic appointments and encounters of Leopold Bloom in Dublin in the course of an ordinary day, 16 June 1904. Ulysses is the Latinized name of Odysseus, the hero of Homer’s epic poem Odyssey, and the novel establishes a series of parallels between the poem and the novel, with structural correspondences between the characters and experiences of Leopold Bloom and Odysseus, Molly Bloom and Penelope, and Stephen Dedalus and Telemachus
Ulysses is approximately 265,000 words in length and is divided into eighteen episodes. Since publication, the book has attracted controversy and scrutiny, ranging from early obscenity trials to protracted textual “Joyce Wars”. Ulysses‘ stream-of-consciousness technique, careful structuring, and experimental prose, full of puns, parodies, and allusions, as well as its rich characterisation and broad humour, made the book a highly regarded novel in the modernist pantheon. Joyce fans worldwide now celebrate 16 June as Bloomsday.
- I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things
- Ch. 18: Penelope; This is a portion of the famous passage often known as “Molly Bloom’s Soliloquy” which ends the book.
- the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know
- Ch. 18: Penelope
- I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
- Ch. 18: Penelope. Last lines
And today is the birthday of James Lafayette Dickey (Atlanta; February 2, 1923 – January 19, 1997 Columbia, South Carolina); poet and novelist. He was appointed the eighteenth United States Poet Laureate in 1966. Dickey was also a novelist, known for Deliverance (1970) which was adapted into an acclaimed film of the same name.
Verse
The Whole Motion; Collected Poems, 1945-1992 (1992)
- Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.- Cherrylog Road (l. 106–108).
- Dust fanned in scraped puffs from the earth
Between his arms, and blood turned his face inside out,
To demonstrate its suppleness
Of veins, as he perfected his role.- The Performance (l. 13–16).
- It was something like love
From another world that seized her
From behind, and she gave, not lifting her head
Out of dew, without ever looking, her best
Self to that great need.- The Sheep Child (l. 31–35).
- I saw for a blazing moment
The great grassy world from both sides,
Man and beast in the round of their need.- The Sheep Child (l. 41–43).
- I have just come down from my father.
Higher and higher he lies
Above me in a blue light
Shed by a tinted window.- The Hospital Window (l. 1–4).
- With the plane nowhere and her body taking by the throat
The undying cry of the void falling living beginning to be something
That no one has ever been and lived through screaming without enough air.- Falling (l. 9–11).
- She is watching her country lose its evoked master shape watching it lose
And gain get back its houses and peoples watching it bring up
Its local lights single homes lamps on barn roofs.- Falling (l. 66–68).
- Here they are. The soft eyes open.
If they have lived in a wood
It is a wood.
If they have lived on plains
It is grass rolling
Under their feet forever.- The Heaven of Animals (l. 1–6).
- These hunt, as they have done
But with claws and teeth grown perfect,
More deadly than they can believe.- The Heaven of Animals (l. 20–22).
- Those that are hunted
Know this as their life,
Their reward: to walk
Under such trees in full knowledge
Of what is in glory above them,
And to feel no fear.- The Heaven of Animals (l. 29–34).
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