The Lovers’ Chronicle 21 June – need – art by Henry Ossawa Tanner & Oscar Florianus Bluemner – birth of Jean-Paul Sartre – premiere of Chinatown

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

the song came quickly but sadly,
so forewarned, written by 
Andrew Farris and Michael Hutchence
”Oh damn”
yes, one of INXS signature songs;
”I need you tonight”
”Another gone too soon that we really miss”
one of my favorites since their Kick album
will definitely be listenin’ to them today
but now, you should slide over here
”And give me a moment”
i gotta let you know
”I’ve got to let you know”
we need us tonight

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ah the word avoided for many years, no way it could be fulfilled so learned to live without it, used long ago when everything was young but had no idea what it meant, that is was not something to waste, to use without regard for consequences, when i found the verse i let it back in, but i grew used to the thought that it would not be around otherwise, turn the page to now, still have to handle with care, only willin’ to go there for this purpose and you

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existence precedes essence
we encountered ourselves,
stepped forward, made this
defined us, became what we
will be, we simply are, conceived
nothin’ else but what we created
a leap towards existin’ and thus
the substance, the raison d ‘être
the need now definable, ours

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

how say you,
will you

and we will have
and not want

take you,
by the hand,
as you are

by this dance,
we shall understand

and that soon must be
when you come,
you will see

a two-step towards
leavin’ solitude
in the rear view

glad i did
glad you are near
once again

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whoa y’all
complete 180

welcome home,
she said, and it does
feel that way

sudden immersion
though necessary
to stay ahead
of desperation

rebirth
seems kinda
melodramatic
so call it
what you will
it is happenin’

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there can only ever
be one need

nothin’ but an attempt
to understand
intention is not in the least
that of plungin’ into sorrow
but what has been
cannot be ignored

what one needs
is to find oneself
for that is the only
salvation

denyin’ this is to be
confined by sorrow
and to be without hope

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helluva word
one of the ones
i care not to use,
nor admit

prefer to write about,
talk about, think about,
surround myself, soak in,
wallow, absorb, bask in
solitude

the roar may subside
the scars might fade
fundamentally altered
is fair, but still here
ready to let go the words

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Thou long time did know
Why shouldst thou not
I will not forsake

Then, ere I speed from hence,
I will be so bold to dance
A turn or two

For she hath lovers
But he that dances
shall have her

How say you,
will you dance
And you shall have
and shall not want

Take her, by the hand,
As she is

Welcome, and welcome here,
Welcome, my true, now to me
And that soon must be
when thou comes,
thou wilt see
Thou art as welcome

I wish all my friends
by me to take heed,
come not near
when you mean to see

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A rare one indeed
Not many like her
come along. Just have
to accept what she
will allow you and
call yourself lucky

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Today is the birthday of Henry Ossawa Tanner (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; June 21, 1859 – May 25, 1937 Paris); artist.  He was the first African-American painter to gain international acclaim.  He moved to Paris in 1891 to study, and decided to stay there, being readily accepted in French artistic circles.  His painting entitled Daniel in the Lions’ Den was accepted into the 1896 Salon.

In 1899 he married Jessie Olsson, a Swedish-American opera singer.  Jessie died in 1925, twelve years before her husband, and he grieved her deeply.  He sold the family home in Les Charmes where they had been so happy together.  They are buried next to each other in Sceaux, Hauts-de-Seine.

Gallery

Today is the birthday of Oscar Bluemner (Prenzlau, Kingdom of Prussia (now Germany) June 21, 1867 – January 12, 1938 South Braintree, Massachusetts), born Friedrich Julius Oskar Blümner and after 1933 known as Oscar Florianus Bluemner; architect and Modernist painter. He studied painting and architecture at the Royal School of Art in Berlin. Bluemner met Alfred Stieglitz, who introduced him to the artistic innovations of the European and American avant-garde. By 1910, Bluemner had decided to pursue painting full-time rather than architecture. Bluemner died by suicide aged 70.

Gallery

 Evening Tones

Form and Light, Motif in West New Jersey (1914)

Old Canal Port

Illusion of a Prairie, New Jersey (Red Farm at Pochuck), 1915

And today is the birthday of Jean-Paul Sartre (Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre; Paris 21 June 1905– 15 April 1980 Paris); existentialist philosopher, dramatist and screenwriter, novelist, and critic.  He had an enduring personal relationship with fellow philosopher Simone de Beauvoir.

In 1929 at the École normale, he met de Beauvoir, who studied at the Sorbonne and later went on to become a noted philosopher, writer, and feminist. The two became inseparable and lifelong companions, initiating a romantic relationship, though they were not monogamous.
Sartre died from pulmonary edema. He had not wanted to be buried at Père-Lachaise Cemetery between his mother and stepfather, so it was arranged that he be buried at Montparnasse Cemetery. At his funeral on Saturday, 19 April, 50,000 Parisians descended onto boulevard du Montparnasse to accompany Sartre’s cortege. The funeral started at “the hospital at 2:00 p.m., then filed through the fourteenth arrondissement, past all Sartre’s haunts, and entered the cemetery through the gate on the Boulevard Edgar Quinet”. Sartre was initially buried in a temporary grave to the left of the cemetery gate. Four days later the body was disinterred for cremation at Père-Lachaise Cemetery, and his ashes were reburied at the permanent site in Montparnasse Cemetery, to the right of the cemetery gate.

• L’existence précède et commande l’essence.
  • Existence precedes and rules essence.
• Je suis condamné à être libre.
  • I am condemned to be free.

• L’homme est une passion inutile.
  • Man is a useless passion.
• Ma pensée, c’est moi: voilà pourquoi je ne peux pas m’arrêter. J’existe parce que je pense … et je ne peux pas m’empêcher de penser.
• Alors, c’est ça l’enfer. Je n’aurais jamais cru… vous vous rappelez: le soufre, le bûcher, le gril… ah! Quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril, l’enfer, c’est les autres.
  • So that is what hell is. I would never have believed it. You remember: the fire and brimstone, the torture. Ah! the farce. There is no need for torture: Hell is other people.
• On meurt toujours trop tôt – ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée : le trait est tiré, il faut faire la somme. Tu n’es rien d’autre que ta vie.
  • One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.
  • On est ce qu’on veut.
    • A man is what he wills himself to be.
  • Eh bien, continuons…
    • Well, let’s get on with it.
• À celui qui donne un baiser ou un coup
  Rendez un baiser ou un coup
  Mais à celui qui donne sans que vous puissiez rendre
  Offrez toute la haine de votre coeur
  Car vous étiez esclaves et il vous asservit
  • To whomever gives a kiss or a blow
    Render a kiss or blow
    But to whomever gives when you are unable to return
    Offer all the hatred in your heart
    For you were slaves and he enslaves you

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