The Lovers’ Chronicle 4 May – call me – art by Frederic Edwin Church & Thomas Dewing

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag. What can we call you? Can we call you? Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

live from San Juan, Puerto Rico

pre-you, the verse was written to help process what the hell happened, also as a plea, loneliness can do that, to who and for what, anyone, anything, there was a drivin’ sense that i had missed out on somethin’ but also a belief that it was rare and most never found it, or they just went through the motions pretendin’, as a former member of that club, all i knew for certain was solitude was preferable to livin’ that way, and that is where i was when we both heard, when we stepped in and answered the call

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well, yes, a callin’
if you will, to be
here writin’ this

cannot imagine
any other purpose
nor fathom other
reasons to explain
the seemin’ly
wrong turns,
the choices made
the reaches, the chances
taken all apparently
necessary to get here

where i
at long last
belong

Pale Love, Pale Rider

some things you get to choose
but for this, one is chosen

a gift and it’s
responsibility

it requires given somethin’
intimate and secret of yourself
without care, because you have
to believe that what you have
to say is important enough

though it struggles now and again

oh sorry,
have to avoid
the “L” word

call it, a search
for unresolved years
time left in the rear view
through which now i see,
connectin’ you and me

when you are near,
across lost chances
always, to be near you,
when we dream and so
believe, which leads to
here, where we are

for this we live
for this we, well
you know, the “L” word

"Do you collect anything?"
books, words, photographs,
dreams, memories of you
"Do you want me?"
oh hell yes, but this
is unlike anything
you have ever known

call me
i will tell you

***

if two outta three ain’t bad,
what would one outta three be

oh, nice try, need
but thank you, no
not havin’ any
somethin’ inside
will not let it be

to find that
would require
openin’ up
and pourin’ out
but be careful
if you go there

how it will end
is well known

***

oh hell yes
but it ain’t
what your thinkin’

wine
food
weather
live band
just need you

“That. I want that”
Of course you do
Everyone does
But first, you have
To figure out
If it was meant
To be for you

***

Waitin’ out there
For me
So long in comin’…
Told hope
To go to hell
Looks like
She was right
If I had any tears
I would drop
And shed ‘em

***

What was that…
Oh, how long
Lets see, about
38 days, 6 hours
And 39 minutes
Ya know, give or take

I once had a love
who looked like
Audrey Hepburn
a southern belle
we had some fun before
we crashed and burned

Only here is the thing; it comes back
and back till it drips off my pen
Words determined on the page
Words for you, from you, of you

Comes down to this; to be with you
And not with anybody else

Waitin’
Anticipatin’
Touch
Caress
Wishin’
Near me
With me
Dreamin’
Together
Hopin’
Wantin’
Needin’
More than just words

Another from the archives. Written in the days when only you spoke to me. Before the Dark Muse took control. If only you could……

Call Me

Call me a Renaissance Man – Thank you.
Call me a gentleman – Of course
Call me a scoundrel – Well…
Call me a cowboy – Proudly
Call me a poet – You know it
Call me a philosopher – I think, therefore…
Call me a flirt – Probably
Call me a dreamer – Decidedly
Call me a lover – That is what I was meant to be
Call me a man for all occasions – Count on it

Call me old fashioned – Really
Call me romantic – Hopelessly
Call me funny – Hopefully
Call me wonderful – Would you
Call me woeful – At times
Call me lonely – Only most of the time
Call me spiritual – I am tryin’
Call me friend – Always
Call me flawed – Without a doubt
Call me ordinary – Them’s fightin’ words! ! !

Today is the birthday of Frederic Edwin Church (Hartford, Connecticut; May 4, 1826 – April 7, 1900 New York City); landscape painter. He was a central figure in the Hudson River School of American landscape painters, perhaps best known for painting large panoramic landscapes, often depicting mountains, waterfalls, and sunsets, but also sometimes depicting dramatic natural phenomena that he saw during his travels to the Arctic and Central and South America. Church’s paintings put an emphasis on light and a romantic respect for natural detail. In his later years, Church painted classical Mediterranean and Middle Eastern scenes and cityscapes.


Frederic Edwin Church

In 1860, Church bought a farm near Hudson, New York and married Isabel Mortimer Carnes (born 1836, of Dayton, Ohio), whom he had met during the New York exhibition of The Heart of the Andes.

Gallery

Twilight in the Wilderness, 1860, Cleveland Museum of Art

a country home

The Andes of Ecuador, 1855, Reynolda House Museum of American Art

Cotopaxi, (1862)

Aurora Borealis (1865), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC.

Rainy Season in the Tropics, 1866, Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco

Aegean Sea, c. 1877, Metropolitan Museum of Art

*Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives*, 1870, The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

And today is the birthday of Thomas Dewing (Thomas Wilmer Dewing; Boston; May 4, 1851 – November 5, 1938 New York City); painter working at the turn of the 20th century. Schooled in Paris, Dewing was noted for his figure paintings of aristocratic women. He was a founding member of the Ten American Painters and taught at the Art Students League of New York. The Art Museum at the Smithsonian Institution has a room dedicated to his works.

In 1880 he moved to New York where he met and married Maria Oakey Dewing, an accomplished painter with extensive formal art training and familial links with the art world. They had a son who died while an infant. In 1885 their daughter Elizabeth was born. The Dewings spent their summers at the Cornish Art Colony in New Hampshire from 1885 to 1905.

Gallery

Dewing’s small, densely packed composition of four singing angels alludes to depictions of angels playing musical instruments found in 14th-century medieval manuscripts. Angels were traditionally shown playing stringed instruments