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,

dream tattoo…
imperceptibly he has transitioned from reading in bed to watching the scene unfold, still in bed, the sound of the characters yelling, rouses the sleeping wonderful redhead
My love can you please turn the tv off
my dear, you know we do not have a tv in our bedroom 
Then where is that yelling coming from
-She raises up to see that their bed is now in a balcony overlooking a stage where a play is unfolding-
Where did you dream us to now
i was readin’ The Rose Tattoo, yes again, today is Anna Magnani’s birthday, and the next thing i knew i was watchin’ the play
Where are we
i believe she only starred in one stage production, so that would make this the Pike Theatre in Dublin in 1957
Ok, fabulous
the production will be shut down by the police soon and the director Alan Simpson will be arrested for producing "a lewd entertainment" for miming dropping a condom onto the floor
Really, wow, well I guess that would be a big deal for some in Ireland in the fifties
well, if we are here, might as well be here and enjoy the show
Of course my darling
reckon i can git a Guinness

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as happens sometimes,
i do not remember
where this one came from
“Not from the movie”
no, great movie though,
i can trace it back to 2017
probably about the regret
of not findin’ the one
“Another common theme”
and another laid to rest
“So we can focus on”
bein’ there, or here,
for each other

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depends where, some would go back to, some not, and is this a place or a way, that makes a difference, certainly not pinin’ over past missed chances, that has been laid to rest, now focused on the present, the rear view only serves as reference now, no doubt a slow learner, took goin’ back several times before the futility finally penetrated, but you tire of hearin’ about that, so lets change, this one needs to be turned from there to here with you

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find in each other,
dreams comin’ true

see it clearly
eyes and thoughts
reach for it

you to cling to
to pour myself into
fillin’ a need
only found in you

do you need that

all i ever wanted

seein’ through
your darkness
when it comes

and ache for you

bein’ here for you

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

been there done that
you had to go there
it was right there,
practically beggin’ 
wore that out, so any goin’ back
oh no, that ain’t happenin’
agree, wasted time
and we have not much of that left
the verse is flowin’ just fine without
no room for stinkin’ distractions
still, if…
oh jeez

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where else
shuts it all out

let it filter through
this offered verse
as penance
for the past

let it be
laid at whatever
alter needs be

the candles burn
the melody, plaintive
comes to find a lonelier
and impenitent purpose

acceptance

ashes, ashes
we all fall

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and we find in the night,
in the streams of darkness,
the stars are crowns
that cover our dreams

hill in hill within sight,
south from dawn to sunset,
search all points of the immense
and say… answers await

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

another to cling to
someone
to pour yourself into
do you need that

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do you ever wish
you could climb
back in that bed
on that night

all i ever wanted

never about right
or wrong
never about sorry
always about bein’ there

sometimes, so frustratin’
to not find the right words

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Tired
Slept two hours
Want to say to you
That which will matter
To say… What I will not
Allow myself to say

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She loved someone
else! How the hell
did that happen!

***

A tug of war
rages inside
me between the
man who believes
and the man who
has given up.

***

I want now, that
which I once had,
that I can now
no longer have.

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Young and dumb and never alone. Mature and wise and all alone.

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A Need For Her

‘Do you believe a man
could fall for a woman,
from a single encounter? ‘
Could he daily feel a need
for her and only find nourishment
in the very sight of her? I think so.
But would she see through
the darkness of his plight
and ache for him?

Piet Mondrian

Today is the birthday of Piet Mondrian (Pieter Cornelis Mondriaan; Amersfoort, Netherlands; 7 March 1872 – 1 February 1944 Manhattan, New York); painter.  Mondrian was a contributor to the De Stijl art movement and group, which was founded by Theo van Doesburg.  He evolved a non-representational form which he termed neoplasticism.  This consisted of white ground, upon which he painted a grid of vertical and horizontal black lines and the three primary colors.  Mondrian’s arrival in Paris from the Netherlands in 1911 marked the beginning of a period of profound change.  He encountered experiments in Cubism and with the intent of integrating himself within the Parisian avant-garde removed an ‘a’ from the Dutch spelling of his name (Mondriaan).

Gallery 

Willow Grove: Impression of Light and Shadow, c. 1905, oil on canvas, 35 × 45 cm, Dallas Museum of Art

Evening; Red Tree (Avond; De rode boom), 1908–10, oil on canvas, 70 × 99 cm, Gemeentemuseum Den Haag

Spring Sun (Lentezon): Castle Ruin: Brederode, c. late 1909 – early 1910, oil on masonite, 62 × 72 cm, Dallas Museum of Art

Gray Tree, 1911, an early experimentation with Cubism

Mondrian and Pétro (Nelly) van Doesburg in Mondrian’s Paris studio, 1923

Today is the birthday of Boris Kustodiev (Boris Mikhaylovich Kustodiev; Astrakhan, Russian Empire 7 March [O.S. 23 February] 1878 – 28 May 1927 Leningrad); painter and stage designer.

Self-Portrait in front of Troitse-Sergiyeva Lavra, 1912, Uffizi

In 1903, he married Julia Proshinskaya (1880–1942).

Gallery

Winter-festivities 1919

Blue House (1920).

Merchant

Anna Magnani

And today is the birthday of Anna Magnani (Rome; 7 March 1908 – 26 September 1973, Rome); stage and film actress. She won the Academy Award for Best Actress, along with four other international awards, for her portrayal of a Sicilian widow in The Rose Tattoo (directed by Daniel Mann from a screenplay by Tennessee Williams based on his play of the same name).

She worked her way through Rome’s Academy of Dramatic Art by singing at night clubs. She was referred to as “La Lupa,” the “perennial toast of Rome” and a “living she-wolf symbol” of the cinema. Time magazine described her personality as “fiery”, and drama critic Harold Clurman said her acting was “volcanic”. In the realm of Italian cinema she was “passionate, fearless, and exciting,” an actress that film historian Barry Monush calls “the volcanic earth mother of all Italian cinema.” Director Roberto Rossellini called her “the greatest acting genius since Eleonora Duse”. Playwright Tennessee Williams became an admirer of her acting and wrote The Rose Tattoo (my personal favorite of her movies) specifically for her to star in.

After meeting director Goffredo Alessandrini she received her first screen role in La cieca di Sorrento (The Blind Woman of Sorrento) (1934) and later achieved international fame in Rossellini’s Rome, Open City (1945), considered the first significant movie to launch the Italian neorealism movement in cinema. As an actress she became recognized for her dynamic and forceful portrayals of “earthy lower-class women” in such films as L’Amore (1948), Bellissima (1951), The Rose Tattoo (1955), The Fugitive Kind (1960) and Mamma Roma (1962). As early as 1950 Life magazine had already stated that Magnani was “one of the most impressive actresses since Garbo”.

Acting on stage as Anna Christie, 1939

Photo signed 1969

She married Alessandrini, in 1935, two years after he discovered her on stage. After they married, she retired from full-time acting to “devote herself exclusively to her husband”, although she continued to play smaller film parts. They separated in 1942.

Magnani had a love affair with the actor Massimo Serato after her separation from Alessandrini.

In 1945 she fell in love with Rossellini while working on Roma, Città Aperta aka Rome, Open City (1945). “I thought at last I had found the ideal man… [He] had lost a son of his own and I felt we understood each other. Above all, we had the same artistic conceptions.” Rossellini became violent, volatile and possessive, and they argued constantly about films or out of jealousy. “In fits of rage they threw crockery at each other.” As artists, however, they complemented each other well while working on neorealist films. The two finally split apart when Rossellini fell in love with and married, Ingrid Bergman.

Magnani died at the age of 65 from pancreatic cancer. Crowds gathered for the funeral. She was provisionally laid to rest in the family mausoleum of Rossellini; but then subsequently interred in the Cimitero Comunale of San Felice Circeo in southern Lazio.

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

mac tag