The Lovers’ Chronicle 11 July – cling – art by Boris Grigoriev

Dear Zazie,  Been readin’ some of Ernest Hemingway‘s short stories.  I return to reread his stories every July.  He was born in July and he died in July.  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse.  Follow us of twitter, @cowboycoleridge.  Who do you cling to?  Rhett

Dear Muse,

another with a stretch for a song,
written by Martin Page and Bernie Taupin,
and performed by Heart, ‘’These Dreams’’;
’’These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life’’
’’Another favorite, anything by Ann and Nancy Wilson,
and you chose that one because
that was what you had to cling to’’
right, for awhile that was all i had
’’That was then my dear’’
now these dreams go on
when i open my eyes
and see you

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narrowed down now to you and this, but i like things in threes, not sure if i can come up with a third, perhaps to whatever book, or books (three at the moment) i am readin’; the list of things in the past is long and it would be tedious to go there, suffice to say they were born of youth or ignorance, figurin’ out what to hold onto might be what life is about, and i believe, the shorter that list is the better; now pardon me, i have some clingin’ to do

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thus it is
you, this vision

old verse, stories
beauty and sorrow
of with and without

cultivated over
a lifetime and shared
now for the first time

of dreams and thoughts
and solitude and the pull,
so much pain and loss,
and never imaginin’ this,

could ever happen

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

from somethin’ deeper

meant to be
first and last

for that lingerin’ hand

come from a more
dream-heavy hour

do not be afraid to go too far,
for the answers lie beyond

begin to live
to be deeply,
richly alone

you that have wandered
can ravel out what is here

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from somethin’ deeper
beyond, always want to be
for that pale and lingerin’ hand

come dream-heavy you may
your mouth, your thoughts
i am the vessel

we must never
be afraid
to go too far
only then
can we begin

a need to be
more and more
deeply, with you

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somethin’ deeper
beyond

a lingerin’ hand

a dream heavy hour

do not be afraid
to go too far

there can only be
two trails forward…
either with you
or evermore
deeply alone

a wanderer
can unravel
what is inside

who wakes first
and from which dream

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to this
where i should be
creatin’ this for you

waited a long time
for this, paid a dear price
to get here so not in a rush
to go anywhere else
thanks anyway

to finally be clingin’
to what matters after years
of clingin’ to the wrong things,
or the wrong ones, well,
if i had a tear, it might drop

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This came to me while listenin’ to the song of the day:

This To Cling To

This to cling to:
We are together
Now, years later
In a dream-heavy place

We are in Paris
We are happy
We are in love
You are divine

This springs from somethin’ deeper
Beyond a dream-heavy hour
Beyond desire
Beyond my control

This dream
This thought
This memory
This to cling to

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Today is the birthday of Boris Grigoriev (Rybinsk, Yaroslavl Oblastin, Russia 11 July 1886 – 7 February 1939 Cagnes-sur-Mer, France); painter, graphic artist and writer.

Self portrait

Grigoriev travelled and lived abroad in many countries including Finland, Germany, France, the United States, Central and South Americas. Grigoriev lived for a time in Paris, where he attended the Académie de la Grande Chaumière. It was either at this time, or while he lived in New York – there are conflicting reports – that he had an affair with the young painter Martha Visser’t Hooft, then Martha Hamlin.

Gallery

Mac Tag

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

The song of the day is “I Love Paris” written by Cole Porter and sung by Ella Fitzgerald – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHITC70Jyh4

Poetry springs from something deeper; it’s beyond intelligence. – Jorge Luis Borges

Men always want to be a woman’s first love – women like to be a man’s last romance. – Oscar Wilde

For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this.

–  W.B. Yeats

You may nail your mouth shut, cut out your tongue, keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts?  –  Jean-Paul Sartre

I myself am the vessel of tragic experience. – Sylvia Plath

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond. – Marcel Proust

We begin to live when we have conceived life as tragedy. – W. B. Yeats

One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say. – Will Durant

I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. – Sylvia Plath

Writers and politicians share an embarrassed moment when they are sure all problems will disappear if you get the language right. – Jim Harrison

Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel. – Voltaire

The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us. – Voltaire

You that have wandered far and wide
Can ravel out what's in my head.
Do men who least desire get most,
Or get the most who most desire?

– W.B. Yeats

Well, we all dream a lot unless we’re dead. – Reynolds Price