The Lovers’ Chronicle 3 July – return, reprise no. 2 – art by Johann Friedrich Overbeck, Albert Gottschalk & Natalia Goncharova – photography by Edward Clark – premiere of Double Indemnity

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse.  Visit us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Hope all is well Z!  Headed to my hometown for the 4th of July rodeo and parade.  Have a great 4th!  To whom do you return? Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

not in the title but in a line
from a masterful song
written and sung
by one of the best to ever do it;
’’The return of the thin white duke
Throwing darts in lovers’ eyes’’
’‘Station to Station’’ by David Bowie’’
one of the ones we miss
‘’Yes absolutely’’
there is another line that i relate to for us;
’’Here we are, one magical moment
Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven’’
from one moment to the next
’’From dream to dream’’
we return here to begin again

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see if you can follow this; meant to be held great promise in the beginnin’ but they never knew about the darkness, what family secrets were buried and the subsequent festerin’, how that would shape a young mind, whose only outlets were books and playin’ alone, would not have dared spoke about it even if there had been someone to talk to; only go there now and then for context as we now return to our regularly scheduled program of you and me

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oh lets, to a favorite topic;
not possible to chart the twists
and turns that brought us here
thought for sure they had led
to a life of writin’ about what
was never meant to be;
mark that down as
wrong about that

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

you know me
well enough to know
i would ask, why can i not

same question
same answer,
hell if i know

should the question
even be asked,
oh that is a good one
and the answer is similar

no idea

all i know is this
if it is to be asked,
the answer is here

or not at all

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for Pamela

my how the twists
and turns continue
to amaze

a leap of faith
a chance meetin’
and now this

a spark, i believe
though it has been
so long, not really sure

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you will forgive if i return
to an oft discussed topic
or have you turned,
bored with my goin’s on
as you know, i have vowed
to come here every day
and leave somethin’ for you
i have nothin’ else to offer
do you still come by here 
i s’pose not but i will be
here tomorrow for you

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i came i saw
i made it through
the first of many
solo long road trips
dans mon nouvel vie

cruisin’ across
High Plains highways
90 mph when i can
windows down
moon roof open
wind in my hair
music up loud

one of the things
i waited for
and paid dearly

there ain't another
other way to be

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Love consists of this.  Two solitudes, as Rilke notes below, who come together and discover that they cannot be apart.  Unrequited love consists of two solitudes who come together and only one discovers that he/she cannot be without the other.  I have always been drawn to books, stories, songs and films of unrequited love.  Even more so now that I have lived it.

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Today is the birthday of Johann Friedrich Overbeck (Lübeck, Holy Roman Empire (now Germany) 3 July 1789 – 12 November 1869 Rome); painter and member of the Nazarene movement.  He moved to Rome in 1810 and never left. He was interred in the church of San Bernardo alle Terme.

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Today is the birthday  of  Albert Gottschalk (Stege, Møn 3 July 1866 – 13 February 1906 Frederiksberg, Copenhagen); painter.  He had a close connection, personally and artistically, to the poets Johannes Jørgensen, Viggo Stuckenberg and Sophus Claussen.

Gottschalk was ambitious, technically skilled, and he worked a long time with his motifs in his mind before painting them. He searched for his motifs in Denmark on his bicycle, and he found them often around Copenhagen. The paintings often look like they are quickly made sketches which was not recognised in Gottschalk’s time. But today people find his works fresher and more timeless than art from that time normally is.

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Today is the birthday of Natalia Goncharova (Natalia Sergeevna Goncharova; Nagaevo, Tula Oblast, Russian Empire; 3 July 1881, old style June 21, 1881 – October 17, 1962 Paris); avant-garde artist, painter, costume designer, writer, illustrator, and set designer.

Her painting influenced the avant-garde in Russia. Her exhibitions held in Moscow and St. Petersburg (1913 and 1914) were the first promoting a “new” artist by an independent gallery. When it came to the pre-revolutionary period in Russia, where decorative painting and icons were a secure profession, her modern approach to rendering icons was both transgressive and problematic. She was one of the leading figures in the avant-garde in Russia and carried this influence with her to Paris.

She was accepted by the Moscow Institute of Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture in the autumn of 1901, where she studied to become a sculptor under Pavel Trubetskoi, who was associated with the World of Art movement. By 1903, she began exhibiting in major Russian salons, and in 1903–04 she was awarded a silver medal for sculpture. It was at the Moscow Institute that Goncharova met fellow-student Mikhail Larionov, and it was not long before they began sharing a studio and living space.

She was notorious for her occasionally shocking public behaviour. When Goncharova and Larionov first became interested in Primitivism, they painted hieroglyphics and flowers on their faces and walked through the streets; Goncharova herself sometimes appeared topless in public with symbols on her chest as part of her manifesto “Why We Paint Our Faces.”

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today is the birthday of Ed Clark (July 3, 1911, Nashville, Tennessee – January 22, 2000, Sarasota, Florida); photographer who worked primarily for Life magazine. His best remembered work captured a weeping Graham W. Jackson Sr. playing his accordion as the body of the recently deceased President Franklin D. Roosevelt was being transported to Washington, DC.

Clark and his wife Joyce moved to Sarasota, Florida. He died there at the age of 88. His first wife, Garnet, predeceased him.

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Today’s song of the day is Van Halen – “Why Can’t this be Love”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zfk89hBNO9g.  That is the question that haunts me night and day; Why?

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

Mac Tag

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.  Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.  Sylvia Plath