The Lovers’ Chronicle 18 January – per se – art by Aleksandra Ekster

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,

desert dream…
wow, this is a fast trip, wonder where, he thinks he might throw up
just then he is dropped in front of a hotel, L’Amercain in Tangiers
oh nice, always wanted to stay here, he thinks as he goes to check in
room for one sir
no two, says the beautiful redhead as she walks up
make it your best suite, we are not payin’, this place does not even exist
well played my dear
hey, lets go to the bar, James and Madeleine might be there
of course, and then
whatever we like, life in itself for us

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Depeche Mode has a song;
“Love’s not enough
In itself”
which is the actual Latin
translation for today’s phrase
“So what do make of the line”
i think it means one cannot
live on love alone, there must
be more, somethin’ to hold
it all together in the quiet
moments, in the gaps
“Oh like what we have”
exactly

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in essence, one long confessional stretchin’ over miles and years, dredgin’ up long past events and emotions, figurin’ out what to be, how to keep goin’, where do we take it from here, that one is easy, a two-step my dear towards bein’ wherever, however we want to be, essentially complete

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the reward is all
for one so brave
to enter

the pull is strong
and comfortin’
feels more and more
like the best destiny

never gave up, per se
need no longer
neglected

so much to offer
can you hear
i speak to thee

of dreams and desire
and a kiss from a most
constant heart

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

i checked the rope
damn, you again, do you take naps
not hardly
ok, what about the rope
if you get thrown, it will be a helluva jerk
we have survived worse than that
just makin’ sure you are aware
yes, any other news flashes
well not news, per se, but
i think we need another mezcal
might be the only thing we agree on

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i seek that i may discover
what it is to feel

blessed
greater pain
sorrow more intense
conscious life
tremblin’

and dreams
form what wants to be

deep enough
no, not yet
deeper still
further in
lie the answers

not else matters
everything
must bow to this

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the reward is all
for one so brave
to enter

the pull is strong
and comfortin’
feels more and more
like the best destiny

voices from the past
surround, infuse
so weary, perhaps too
not givin’ up, per se
but need has been
so long neglected

yet, so much to offer
for one
if you can hear
i speak to thee
my heart

by the stars above,
so tired and cold
snow stretches
across the plains
darkness, all can be seen

what did Shakespeare
write of dreams and desire
and a kiss from a most
constant heart

would that but come
chimes at midnight toll
bring respite of a sort
dreams of you

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Winter Dream

we will travel by horseback
into the mountains
a warm rendezvous waits
in a cabin in the woods

shut your eyes, to see the dream,
advancin’ shadows of visions,
those swirlin’ memories, a totem spins
realities converge with illusions

then you will feel,
and you will say,
and i will pull you close
and we will take our time
findin’ that place
for those who travel this far…

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i did not become one
i always was one

no praise
no blame

not so much because
i have somethin’ to say
but rather, i found
a way to think of things
i would not have thought of
had i not written them

after it all,
passin’ like spirits
for a while,
the story of the weepin’
it was over,
yet to make its demands
each day lay in the dark

then out of it all
one final thing:
out of the rejected,
the passed over,
never the object of…
as if it had all been for this

as if it had all been for this
the quite after, the fadin’ light
the soothin’ words we mouthed
the taste, the story of the passin’

i do not care for any of them
they will take me nowhere
i know how to write ’em but
i only care for the ones
i do not know how to write

Mind your manners
Independence
Stewardship
Words are bonds
Humility
Ride for the brand

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Those eyes, oh so
Pretty, lookin’
Up at me. Those
Eyes, so… oh my
Those lovely eyes
In my dreams, in
My everywhere

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Today is the birthday of Aleksandra Ekster (Aleksandra Aleksandrovna Grigorovich; Białystok, in the Grodno Governorate of the Russian Empire (now Poland) 18 January 1882 – 17 March 1949 Paris suburb of Fontenay-aux-Roses); painter (Cubo-Futurist, Suprematist, Constructivist) and designer of international stature who divided her life between Kiev, St. Petersburg, Moscow, Vienna, and Paris.

In 1908, she married a successful Kiev lawyer, Nikolai Evgenyevich Ekster. The Eksters belonged to cultural and intellectual elite of Kiev. She spent several months with her husband in Paris, and there she attended Académie de la Grande Chaumière in Montparnasse. From 1908 to 1924 she intermittently lived in Kiev, St. Petersburg, Odessa, Paris, Rome and Moscow.

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