Dear Zazie,
Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag
Dear Muse,
this one started out
when i first began
contemplatin’ hope
“And you were seeking affirmation”
right, someone to help me believe
then it morphed into stories,
of what i wanted to hear
“But hidden in there
was what you really wanted”
oh absolutely, that
was never gonna happen
“And now”
and now, tell me again
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the verse
climbs
to a high wire
of its own makin’
pavin’ the way
with taut rhythm,
maybe an entrechats
or two, but generally
avoidin’ theatrics
without mistakin’
for what it will be
before takin’ each step
towards purpose
where stands and waits
what we seek
we
who know
spread out
in possibilities
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constantly
whenever above
the verse
climbs
to a high wire
of its own makin’
pavin’ the way
with taut rhythm
maybe an entrechats
or two but generally
avoidin’ theatrics
all without mistakin’
for what it may not be
perforce perceive
before takin’ each step
towards purpose
where stands and waits
what we seek
we
who know
spread out
in possibilities
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tell me
your hopes
your dreams
your fears
tell me
your wants
and needs
tell me
what fascinates you
what inspires you
that is all i want
that is all i ask
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i was ok, i knew
where i was goin’,
what i was doin’,
what i wanted
i was convinced
then you came along
with your talk of hope
a word, a concept
i had given up on
i mean, i told it
to go to hell
i just figured it had
then one day
there you were
so now what,
do i believe
i god, not sure
i can do that
it has been
so long
tell me again
tell me i can
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And this verse, an homage to Flannery O’Connor (see below):
wise blood; indeed
even though
the violent
bear it away
and while it is true,
a good man
is hard to find,
comes down to this…
everything that rises
must converge
Today is the birthday of Patrick Henry Bruce (Campbell County, Virginia; March 25, 1881 – November 12, 1936 New York City); cubist painter.
Intensely self-critical, Bruce destroyed a great many of his paintings, and only about one hundred works remain. He overdosed with the drug Veronal.
Gallery
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Plums, 1912
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Still Life, ca. 1912
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Landscape, c. 1910-1914
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Composition I, 1916
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Composition II, c. 1916
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Composition III, 1916
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Composition IV, 1916
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Composition V, 1916
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Painting, 1917–1918
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Forms, 1918
Today is the birthday of Simone Signoret (Simone Henriette Charlotte Kaminker, Wiesbaden, Germany; 25 March 1921 – 30 September 1985 Autheuil-Authouillet, France); cinema actress often hailed as one of France’s greatest film stars. She became the first French person to win an Academy Award, for her role in Room at the Top (1959).
Signoret’s memoirs, Nostalgia Isn’t What It Used To Be, were published in 1978. She also wrote a novel, Adieu Volodya, published in 1985, the year of her death.
Signoret first married filmmaker Yves Allégret (1944–49). Her second marriage was to the Italian-born French actor Yves Montand in 1951, a union which lasted until her death.
Signoret died of pancreatic cancer, aged 64. She was buried in Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris and Yves Montand was later buried next to her.
Flannery O’Connor | |
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And today is the birthday of Flannery O’Connor (Mary Flannery O’Connor, Savannah, Georgie, March 25, 1925 – August 3, 1964 Milledgeville, Georgia); writer and essayist. She wrote two novels and thirty-two short stories, as well as a number of reviews and commentaries. She was a Southern writer who often wrote in a Southern Gothic style and relied heavily on regional settings and odd characters. Her writing also reflected her Roman Catholic faith and frequently examined questions of morality and ethics.
She died, at the age of 39 in Baldwin County Hospital. Her death was caused by complications from a new attack of lupus following surgery for a fibroma. She was buried in Milledgeville, Georgia, at Memory Hill Cemetery.
O’Connor said;
“anything that comes out of the South is going to be called grotesque by the northern reader, unless it is grotesque, in which case it is going to be called realistic.”
“I am mighty tired of reading reviews that call A Good Man brutal and sarcastic. The stories are hard but they are hard because there is nothing harder or less sentimental than Christian realism. …When I see these stories described as horror stories I am always amused because the reviewer always has hold of the wrong horror.”
“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it.”
“The fact is that anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. If you can’t make something out of a little experience, you probably won’t be able to make it out of a lot.”
“To the hard of hearing shout, and for the almost blind, draw large and startling figures.”
“Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I’m always irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality. It is a plunge into reality and it’s very shocking to the system.”
It was on this day in 421 – Venice is founded at twelve o’clock noon, according to legend. (Fondazione (secondo la leggenda) della chiesetta di san Giacomo in una delle isole realtine, il gruppo di isole su cui sorgerà Rialto, poi Venezia.) Mac Tag can trace his genealogy back to the Tagliaferro’s from Venice. Need more Venice? Read Mac Tag’s poem, Venetian Lovers.
Mac Tag
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