The Lovers’ Chronicle 21 August – carried – art by Jean-Baptiste Greuze & Aubrey Beardsley

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Cronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Do you have someone?  Are you askin’ yourself; Why do I have no one?   Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

another point in common,
for most of our lives
we had no one we could
count on to share the load
“Yes that’s true”
i learned at an early age
i could only rely on myself
“And I learned if I wanted
something done right
I had to do it myself”
what a relief now to know
i have someone who can carry

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from here to there and back, for good reasons and not, mostly for a little while, permanence was not my thang, only consistently through words, music, movies, art, photography, and finally through writin’, nothin’ interests as much, nothin’ else inspires or stirs, except for you

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several avenues available;
as in away
by first and last light
by pretty eyes and big smiles
by the right words
in the right order
by melodies,
both slow and plaintive,
and hard and urgent
by voices from operatic
to gravelly blues infused
but never like this;
carried away with you

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

the hour at which, in the midst
of this vision, yearnin’ blooms

undeniably, a voice, a reminder
that some things need not be
buried or scattered or left alone

now easy come the words
to express the feelin’s
given up for lost

a choice, to be with
and let it carry us away

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purpose;
to help you discover
you have the strength
to release your inner self

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a cold heart
hardened
by heartache
or stubbornness,
or both

a chosen way
to be without
all that is entailed
in bein’ with

to be without
carryin’ on
turnin’ in early
with only the hope
of a dream
for company

outta my mind,
mebbe
but more and more
convinced
this is the only
way to be

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yea, though I walked
through the shadows
of totality, I feared no evil

yet another melancholy hour
when twilight falls, when the sky
forms a veil of stars against which
stand the outlines of jagged mountains

the hour at which, in the midst
of the plains, a campfire burns
while a shadow, somber, old,
indefinable, looms nearby

yet in the darkness of his hour,
undeniably, a voice, a reminder
that some things need not be
buried or scattered or left alone

hard to form words to express
the incredible things which,
carried by wind,
float in the twilight air

***

this summer
can only be described
as hellacious yet hopeful
so after watchin totality
with a reacquainted friend;
here’s to new beginnin’s

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I did not know
So how could they
have known. Thus a
pattern prevailed
and I rode the
wrong trail and missed
my destiny

A seemin’ly small
betrayal of self
With a shrug and a wink
Sendin’ with shouts
the errors of my ways
stormin’ through the night

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Today on TLC; we got the blues.  And, we are turnin’ the reins over to Rhett:

Hey Zazie, I was lookin’ through some of our old letters, as I often do.  I came across one where you were tellin’ me about your friend Adele.  You told me she asked you why was she alone.  Then you told me about her.  You said she had it all; brains, beauty, presence, confidence, strength, wit, wisdom and it.  You said she had “it”.  The it factor.  And yet, she had no one.  Now, I have no one and I started thinkin’ about why someone like Adele had no one.  Then I thought of this poem and the song of the day.

I HAVE NO ONE

I have no one in my life to hold me close. I have no one in my life and I feel my heart has froze from the heartache of being left one more time. Sometimes I wanna go out of my mind. I have no one to hug or kiss or even say goodbye to and later miss. That’s right I have no one in my life to fight and argue with cause I love them so much. I have no one in my life that has that special touch. All alone in my bed tossing and turning all night and wishing I had someone to hold me tight and maybe have a little fun but I have no one.
I live my life now all alone with no woman to give me affection or compassion or even a smile cause I have no one…. But hopefully it’ll only be for a while. I see others in my life or on the street spending time with their companion’s and seeing how the love one another a ton but I have no one. Hopefully someone will come along and take over my heart once more and stay forever and not walk out the door on the run cause then once again I would have no one. I have no one in my dreams at night when I’m asleep in my bed. Right now all I wish would happen is that I was dead for if I don’t have someone to share my life then I’d rather end it all and not go through the strife and just let death had won cause it’s hard to deal with when I have no one.

James (Bluesman) Cooper

The Song of the Day – Big John Hamilton – “I Have No One” we do not own the rights to this song. no copyright infringement intended.

Jean-Baptiste Greuze
Self-portrait (Louvre)

Today is the birthday of Jean-Baptiste Greuze (Tournus; 21 August 1725 – 4 March 1805 Louvre); painter of portraits, genre scenes, and history painting.

Here is the only reference I could find about his personal life; he died in poverty. He had been in receipt of considerable wealth, which he had dissipated by extravagance and bad management (as well as embezzlement by his wife) so that during his closing years he was forced to solicit commissions which his enfeebled powers no longer enabled him to carry out with success.  “At the funeral of the long-neglected old man, a young woman deeply veiled and overcome with emotion plainly visible through her veil, laid upon the coffin, just before its removal, a bouquet of immortelles and withdrew to her devotions. Around the stem was a paper inscribed: “These flowers offered by the most grateful of his students are emblems of his glory.’’

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And today is the birthday of Aubrey Beardsley (Aubrey Vincent Beardsley; Brighton, England 21 August 1872 – 16 March 1898 Menton, France); illustrator and author. His black ink drawings were influenced by Japanese woodcuts, and depicted the grotesque, the decadent, and the erotic. He was a leading figure in the aesthetic movement which also included Oscar Wilde and James McNeill Whistler. Beardsley’s contribution to the development of the Art Nouveau and poster styles was significant despite his early death from tuberculosis (aged 25). He is one of the important Modern Style figures.

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Mac Tag

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.

– Walt Whitman

Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered. It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard.  –  Richard Hoffman

...My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.

– W.B. Yeats