The Lovers’ Chronicle 21 March – intimate – art by Clarice Beckett – photographs by Russ Meyer

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.  Have you had one of these intimate conversations?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

dream rendezvous…
cool, a minute ago i was asleep, he thinks, now i am drivin’ the Audi up Ponce;
Just entering Deepdene Park, headed west, he has driven this winding road many times;
no traffic, as it should be in a dream, now i can do what i have always wanted on this road, straighten the curves and turn the Audi loose;
Soon zipping past the Plaza Theatre, Ponce City Market, Mary Mac’s Tea Room, then slowing down as he approaches the right turn on Peachtree Street
Past the Fox Theatre a few blocks, he turns left on Fifth Street, then right into a parking garage
Parking on the third floor, he takes the stairs down to street level, then turns left, walks up the street, then turns left into a parking lot, and walks up to door leading into a condo building
He walks up to the elevator, pushes the button, and once inside pushes the button for the third floor
All of this as if by rote, he has followed this script many times;
but why now, he wonders, she does not live here anymore
He walks down the hall to condo 8317, opens the door and walks in;
Hello my darling, says the fabulous redhead looking pretty as ever, you’re right on time
oh now i remember, the dream weaver asked me to tell Her about my favorite intimate moments and i told Her they started with our Wednesday night dates, so She brought us back
Ooh fabulous, shall we eat first, or
-She slowly unbuttons her blouse
-He pulls her into his arms…

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if there is a category
for great words,
this one belongs
“Oh I agree”
it can be used to describe
a place or a conversation
“In a bar or a cafe”
it brought to mind the meal
we had at Terra Terroir
“After we bought the Fiat”
just the two of us up front
no one else came in
“It was lovely”
my favorite use of the word
is in describin’ how we end
each day, skin on skin
layin’ here kissin’
and readin’ poetry
“Nothing more intimate”

or wonderful

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nothin’ more meanin’ful through the echoin’, it strikes to hear the song, the descendin’, all in a rush with such intensity, this is believin’, to have an intimacy, made, thy choice and worth everything

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when to this session of verse to be written,
i summon remembrance of time with you,
a sigh and the moments, intense, savored
and deep afresh long since worries away,
for while i think on thee, you are here
no matter how far and i can feel
your breath rise and fall

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

twilight darkens the clouds;
along the rock strewn hill
our time hastens towards us,
risin’ and fallin’ with each breath

darkness settles on the skylight,
and the need within calls,
touches, with calloused hands,
follow the curves up and down,
and the breaths, rise and fall

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nothin’ more meanin’ful
through the echoin’
it strikes to hear the song
the descendin’, all in a rush
with such intensity

can this be
believin’ again
to have
but soon
before it closes,
and sours without

an intimacy,
made, thy choice
and worth anything

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stopped talkin’
waves of relief
wash over
how easily
came the words
as if in the throes
of good verse

scared, vulnerable, but good
feelin’s, surprisin’ly still there
opened up as never before

those eyes,
a look
did you hear
words,
understandin’
those hands
through your hair

more words
in awe
insight,
wisdom
so damn good lookin’

sharin’ a story
but are you here
is this happenin’
is this Inception
spin the totem

whatever this is,
so intimate,
may it not end

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No other end and aim
Than…… you

***

Nothin’ remarkable
We just hit the right notes
At the right time
And life played itself

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Another vignette turned into a poem.  Hope you like……

For julie

Intimate Conversation

He finally stopped talkin’
A wave of relief washed over him
Surprised how easily came the words
As easily as how the words came
When he had ahold of a good poem

He felt scared, vulnerable, but good
A feelin’ he’d never felt before
He had never opened up,
Opened himself, not to anyone
She watched him with those beautiful eyes,
Those eyes that he could look at all day
Her look told him she had heard
Every word, and understood
She ran her pretty fingers
Through her hair,
He loved it when she did that,
She began to talk
And he was in awe
Not just because what she said
Made so much sense, which it did
She was so insightful,
So wise and…
So damn good lookin’
No, he was amazed
And so moved that she had shared
Part of her story with him
He just could not get over the fact
That she was there, that they were havin’
This conversation
Made him wonder, was this real
Or an Inception moment
He wished he had a totem
To spin to see if he was dreamin’
Whatever this was,
He did not want it to end
It felt so intimate
And instantly became
One of his favorite memories
Perhaps his most favorite
Memory of all

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All night in the brisk, slow surrender of late winter, I think of her, the curve of her hip, her tongue like a red fire touchin’ her lips.

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The Song of the Day is “Private Conversation” by Lyle Lovett.  We do not own the rights to this song.  All rights reserved by the rightful owner.  No copyright infringement intended.

Today is the birthday of Clarice Beckett (Clarice Majoribanks Beckett; Casterton, Victoria 21 March 1887 – 7 July 1935 Sandringham, Victoria); Tonalist painter whose works are featured in the collections of the National Gallery of Australia, National Gallery of Victoria and the Art Gallery of South Australia.

Beckett never left Victoria and rarely travelled outside Melbourne, much of her adult life being spent caring for her ailing parents at their home in bayside Beaumaris. She did however paint prolifically, often en plein air in and around Beaumaris, and mostly at daybreak or towards evening, when she was exempted from domestic duties. In her method and choice of “everyday” subject matter, Beckett remained indebted to Meldrum, but her work also differed from that of other tonalists, in part due to its emotional and spiritual qualities, reflecting her interest in Buddhism, Theosophy and Freud.  By 1926, she was creating landscapes unprecedented in Australian art for their “radical simplicity”, and from 1930, she experimented further with a broader colour palette and more challenging compositions. In 1935, while painting the sea off Beaumaris during a winter storm, Beckett contracted pneumonia and died four days later, aged 48.

In what has been called “one of the great disasters of Australian art history”, well over one thousand of Beckett’s works were destroyed in the decades after her death, including many by her father that he deemed “unfinished”—works from her final years that were said by friends to be more abstract and spiritual. More works were lost in a bush fire, and in 1970, in an open-sided shed in country Victoria, as many as two thousand works were found abandoned, two thirds of which had been destroyed by the elements. Those that did survive were exhibited the following year in Melbourne, precipitating a resurgence of interest in Beckett. Catalogues, biographies and major exhibitions followed, and today she is represented in Australia’s national and state galleries.

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And today is the birthday of Russ Meyer (Russell Albion Meyer; San Leandro, California; March 21, 1922 – September 18, 2004 Hollywood Hills); film director, producer, screenwriter, cinematographer, photographer, and editor. He is known primarily for writing and directing a series of successful sexploitation films that featured campy humor , sly satire and large-breasted women, such as Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!. Meyer often named Beyond the Valley of the Dolls(1970) as his definitive work.

Meyer was married to:

• Betty Valdovinos (born 1922, divorced)
• Eve Meyer (December 13, 1928 – March 27, 1977, died in the Tenerife airport disaster)
• Edy Williams (born July 9, 1942, divorced)

Contrary to some accounts, Meyer was never married to Kitten Natividad, his longtime companion and the star of his final two films.

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thanks for stoppin’ by y’all
Mac Tag

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