The Lovers’ Chronicle 2 January – clearly comin’ – art by Piero di Cosimo & Constant Detré

Dear Zazie,

Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Are you askin’ yourself if there can really be a mornin’?  Are you askin’ yourself where lies forgiveness? What do you see, clearly comin’?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

ok, steady now, just breathe
we can do this
this is just one of the reasons i do not like to fly,
the crowds, the noise, i might git sick
wish Trey had learned to fly planes instead of helicopters
well you had to be the guy who does what he says
yes, i told her if she ever needed anything,
i had not figured it would involve flyin’ 
put the air pods in and just git through security
one step at a time one Megadeth song after the other,
draw on that well of patience, kinda like bein’ in a trance
see not too bad, now on the way to the gate
I was feelin’ better, the air pods run interference,
and the rest of that trip would have been uneventful,
had i not seen her sitting there with tears in her eyes,
she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen
with red hair and blue eyes, I knew I had to speak to her;
pardon me are you all right
She looked up surprised, I was not sure what surprised her more,
that I spoke to her, or that I was standing there in boots,
sport coat, pearl snap shirt, and bandanna, holding a cowboy hat
she was probably tryin’ to figure out what ‘raht’ means
i expect she had never heard high plains drawl before, anyway she said;
Oh yes, you know, allergies
looks like that Kleenex has given up on you, here take this
I pulled a monogrammed handkerchief out of my coat pocket
and held it out to her;
i always travel with extras, that one is mostly clean
That pulled a slight grin out of her;
Thank you, she said, and she stared at the unusual monogram
my pleasure, hope pollen leaves you alone soon
As he walked away she said to herself;
Yeah, allergies, or it could be that it’s a fucking Wednesday 
she can trace the brand you know
yep
you will see her again
i know, comin’ clearly now
and those were not allergy tears
i know
you could help her
yep
and then maybe
you just keep maybe in your pocket
and let me focus on gittin’ back to the ranch

to be continued

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the calendar indicates a new year
question, should there be a change
in format, perhaps this, if you like

acted upon impulses driven by what i thought would be
had no idea i could not see what was apparently obvious

amazed it did not take too long
to see you comin’ clearly

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i think this has to be the song
co-written by Isaac Hayes
and recorded by Sam & Dave
at Stax Studios in Memphis
“Where we went on a tour”
would have helped if this
was playin’ as we were
goin’ through hard times
“Just hold on, I’m comin’
Hold on, I’m comin’”
“Because we were”
for each other

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unrealistic expectation to see clearly all the time, but it woulda been nice to have seen clearly once or twice, suppose you are gonna tell me better late, well this was cuttin’ it pretty close, apologies i git pulled down that path and it is hard to stop, this is what matters, i saw you clearly comin’

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yes, with you by my side

always there
we just had to find
what we were lookin’ for

see it clearly now
feelin’s and thoughts
reach for it

never turned out
to not be that far
we chose to believe

light comin’ on
there we are

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

too imperceptible
lapsin’ away
quietness distills
as twilight long spent

dusk drawn down
mornin’ shone away
a harrowin’ grace

good mornin’ forever comin’

i can long, can i not
when the west is red
from the settin’ sun,
has a way of pullin’
this heart across the plains

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it will dissolve

a touch
the feelin’s
dispersin’
what once was

will others emerge, renew
broken hopes, extinguish
perpetuatin’ flames,
in dream ages

feelin’s form a chain
of what could be
quick take the truth
and make it so

this wanderin’ light
swear at night
where fate plunges
always keep: your dyin’ pleasure
she escapes already

at least you have seen

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see it comin’
clearly
the mornin’
eyes and thoughts
reach for it

a gift of expression
or maybe just
for longin’

above the plain
light comin’ on
there, close
but is there ever
any goin’ back

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A horse called Mercy
a long winter ride
the day darkenin’
starry sky, calmin’
as night comes on
rushin’ off to the
corners of creation

dreams unheard
or misunderstood
or perhaps ignored
by whatever power
but all the forces
that sweep the sky
will not stop Mercy

same ol’ refrain;
the same nightmare
but you learn that mercy
is somethin’ you can
ride, again and again
and you can never
git enough

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So, 2015, what have you?
Another year of darkness?
Bring it!
After 13 years, what difference
Will one more make

***

From every depth and breadth and height
Clear out of sight and as far as I can reach
From the beginnin’ of Grace to the end of bein’

***

Is she the one
Sent to save me
Wrong question.
First
You have to want
To be saved.
You
Must feel worthy
Of bein’ saved

***

Yes I ride through
The Valley of
Shadows, alone
Been doin’ it
For years now. I
Know not what else
To do. So I
Keep on ridin’
And survivin’

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This one can be attributed to riffin’ on some poems by Emily Dickinson.  The SOD is set to a poem by Dickinson.  One of my favorite ED poems is Wild Nights (249).  Here is her poem followed by the POD:

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury Futile – the winds –
To a heart in port –
Done with the compass –
Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor – Tonight –
In thee!

Can There Really be a Mornin’

Too imperceptible at first
Your love lapsed away
A quietness distilled in you
As twilight long spent

Gone our sequestered afternoons
The dusk drawn down on what we had
The mornin’ shone away
A harrowin’ Grace took its place
And thus, your light escaped
Into the beyond

Good mornin’ forever comin’
You got tired of me
How could I of you
But love did not want me
So goodnight love
Can forever last that long

I can look can I not
I can long can I not
When the West is red
From the settin’ sun
These mountains have a way
That pulls the heart across the plains

You are not so far forever,
I chose love, love chose me not
So please take a Cowboy she spurned
Are you not so fair forever

Can there really be a mornin’
Is there such a thing
As forgiveness
Can I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they
Can I get there by horseback
Can I take a direct flight
Or must I change planes in Denver

Can it be in some distant land
Or some Renaissance Man, or
Some philosopher from beyond
Please to tell a Cowboy

Where the place called forgiveness lies
Can there really be a mornin’

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The Song of the Day is “Will There Really be a Morning “ – Conspirare written by Craig Hella Johnson

Today is the birthday of Piero di Cosimo (Florence 2 January 1462 – 12 April 1522 Florence), also known as Piero di Lorenzo; painter of the Renaissance.

Perhaps best known for the mythological and allegorical subjects he painted in the late Quattrocento. He is said to have abandoned these to return to religious subjects under the influence of Savonarola, the preacher who exercised influence in Florence in the 1490s. The High Renaissance style of the new century had little influence on him, and he retained the straightforward realism of his figures, which combines with an often whimsical treatment of his subjects to create the distinctive mood of his works.

He trained under Cosimo Rosselli, whose daughter he married, and assisted him in his Sistine Chapel frescos. He was also influenced by Early Netherlandish painting, and busy landscapes feature in many works, often forests seen close at hand. Several of his most striking secular works are in the long “landscape” format used for paintings inset into cassone wedding chests or spalliera headboards or panelling. He was apparently famous for designing the temporary decorations for Carnival and other festivities.

Gallery

Perseus Rescuing Andromeda, oil on canvas, 1510 or 1513, Uffizi.

Tritons and Nereids (1500), oil on panel, 37 x158 cm, Milano, Altomani collection.

Young St John the Baptist, 1490s

Madonna and Child Enthroned with Saints

• St. John the Evangelist, oil on panel, 1504-6, Honolulu Museum of Art
• Visitation, with Saints Nicolas and Anthony Abbot, c. 1490

And today is the birthday of Constant Detré (Szilárd Eduard Diettmann, Hungary 2 January 1891 – 10 April 1945 Paris); artist. He settled in Paris where he mixed from 1920 to 1940 with representatives of the School of Paris and other Montparnasse artists, several of whom were Central European émigrés like himself, such as Pascin, a good friend of his.

His first marriage with the Hungarian Marie Mirkovsky ended in a divorce. On 30 December 1933, he married Claire Carnat, a young artist and puppet designer from a French family. He became a  naturalized French citizen shortly before World War II, on 27 November 1936.

During the 1920s Detré and Pascin often met at Le Dôme Café and the Jockey-Club de Paris, forming an intricate part of bohemian life of Montparnasse.

Gallery

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

Mac Tag