The Lovers’ Chronicle 20 April – steeped – verse by Pietro Aretino – art by Odilon Redon & Joan Miró

Dear Zazie,

Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.

Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

“Like a tea bag”
ha, no, another origin unknown
first used in a 2016 poem
“From the melodramatic years”
yes well, drama did as drama does
“Oh I had that coming”
it is an apt verb for any of this verse
the gamut was run from the depths
of without to the culmination of with
“Steeped in this romance”
together we are

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in ways formed by routine
comin’ now on five years
sanctuary here, free from
pretendin’, pursuin’
all that matters
tunin’ these voices
from the past
visions help focus
resonate across years
an affirmation of purpose
reasons why and who
memories resumed
reachin’ out, do you hear

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i write, steeped in thoughts of you,
the woman who holds the reins
of so much discovery and beauty,
which the beloved well need
who has lived and learned
to cry and laugh, to enjoy
with depth and intensity
callin’ now, languid desire,
listen to her and this
you must have

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the things i write
and say here,
about feelin’ again,
and the wonder of this
i know y’all have heard
it all before
but i do so
not because i think
i am supposed to,
not out of expectation
and damn sure not
because i want somethin’
i do so because
it is how i feel
this is my purpose
i know not else how to be

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for the one
who prefers,
often somehow
to damn near always

imagine, no longer
torn between with
and without, no more
may as well, may as not

discoverin’

that the hardness was necessary
to allow, to know and want again

that this does not begin to tell the story

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

writin’ what might sound
like boastin’ of lack thereof,
which the unforgiven
well sighed
who laid aside joy
with haughtiness,
and learned to weep
with that weepin’ sans tears
who leaned into his hardness
and called in a languid sound,
who does not listen to her
and takes her pain

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been ridin’ since first light
my restin’ place for the night
a ruin… cabin and corral

after hours of pushin’
on through silence,
still to have silence,
still to eat, to sleep in it,
perfectly fits the mood

the great levels around me
lay chilly and the air
smells of wet weather

far in front the mesas rise
through the rain, indefinite

i want this isolation
not to be near anyone
steeped in reverie

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PietroAretinoTitian

Today is the birthday of Pietro Aretino (Arezzo 20 April 1492 – 21 October 1556 Venice); author, playwright, poet, satirist and blackmailer who wielded immense influence on contemporary art and politics and may have invented modern literate pornography.

He was a lover of men, having declared himself “a sodomite” since birth. In a letter to Giovanni de’ Medici written in 1524 Aretino enclosed a satirical poem saying that due to a sudden aberration he had “fallen in love with a female cook and temporarily switched from boys to girls…” (My Dear Boy). In his comedy Il marescalco, the lead man is overjoyed to discover that the woman he has been forced to marry is really a page boy in disguise. While at court in Mantua he developed a crush on a young man called Bianchino, and annoyed Duke Federico with a request to plead with the boy on the writer’s behalf.

Safe in Venice, Aretino became a blackmailer, extorting money from men who had sought his guidance in vice. He “kept all that was famous in Italy in a kind of state of siege”, in Jakob Burckhardt’s estimation. Francis I of France and Charles V pensioned him at the same time, each hoping for some damage to the reputation of the other. “The rest of his relations with the great is mere beggary and vulgar extortion”, according to Burckhardt. Addison states that “he laid half Europe under contribution”.

Aretino is said to have died of suffocation from “laughing too much”.  The more mundane truth may be that he died from a stroke or heart attack.

 

Verse

Io vorrei dir la donna ch’ebbe il vanto
di leggiadra et angelica bellezza,
la qual l’amato ben sospirò tanto
che depose la gioia e l’alterezza,
et imparato a pianger con quel pianto
che ad altri insegnò già la sua durezza:
Medor pur chiama in suon languido e fioco,
che non l’ascolta e ‘l suo mal prende a gioco.

Today is the birthday of Odilon Redon (born Bertrand-Jean Redon;Bordeaux April 20, 1840 – July 6, 1916 Paris); symbolist painter, printmaker, draughtsman and pastellist.
Early in his career, both before and after fighting in the Franco-Prussian War, he worked almost exclusively in charcoal and lithography, works referred to as noirs. He started gaining recognition after his drawings were mentioned in the 1884 novel À rebours (Against Nature) by Joris-Karl Huysmans. During the 1890s he began working in pastel and oils, which quickly became his favourite medium, abandoning his previous style of noirs completely after 1900. He also developed a keen interest in Hindu and Buddhist religion and culture, which increasingly showed in his work.
He is perhaps best known today for the “dreamlike” paintings created in the first decade of the 20th century, which were heavily inspired by Japanese art and which, while continuing to take inspiration from nature, heavily flirted with abstraction. His work is considered a precursor to both Dadaism and Surrealism.
 Gallery
 
Odilon Redon.jpg

Self-Portrait, 1880, Musée d’Orsay

Arbres sur un fond jaune, one of the panels painted in 1901 for the dining room of the Château de Domecy-sur-le-Vault
La Cellule d'or (1892), Londres, British Museum

La Cellule d’or (1892), Londres, British Museum

La Naissance de Vénus (1912), New York, Museum of Modern Art

La Naissance de Vénus (1912), New York, Museum of Modern Art

Butterflies, around 1910 (Museum of Modern Art) 
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