The Lovers’ Chronicle 7 August – last chance – art by Emil Nolde & Nikolai Triik – birth of Felice Bryant – premiere of Sudden Fear

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag to his muse.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Not sure about you but that unendin’ love stuff sounds pretty good.  Does it really exist?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

a popular two word phrase
“Are we going Summer here”
we sure could,  appropriately
but there are numerous
movies and songs
and even towns
with that name
“Let’s not forget about the saloon”
right you are little lady, so shall we
saddle on up and ride on over there
and drink a toast to our last romance

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yes we are eschewin’ drama; so help the Goddess, there has been more than enough of that over the years, i wince when i read some of ’em, but the darkness was real, just leave it at that; chance is a good topic for writin’ about, fancy ones have been taken, and i am proud you have joined me for this one

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not sure about last
seems dramatic
though it would not surprise
best chance, absolutely,
two well suited, prepared
to take advantage of what has come,
somethin’ not meant for everyone;
a ride, a dance, call it what you will,
when done by two who fit together,
there is nothin’ better

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

another chance

i did and do
from that day
to this

in my verse
each moment
of our time
a gift for us

you and i are here,
of one for another
we have shared
the same sweetness
and tears of farewell

and now we can find
in each other,
the days past and future
with this we can choose

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you and i
in lucid dreams
that spring from the fount
of one for another

shy sweetness of meetin’,
the tears of farewell,
in shapes that renew
it finds the end in us
of days past and to come
memories mergin’ with this
and the songs of every moment

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not seem, did and do
in every way, in every form
from that day to this
my verse has made and remade
each moment of our time
as a gift for us

whenever i hear the old stories, the pain
the ancient tale of bein’ apart or together
as i look in the rear view, in the end you emerge

you and i are here, of one for another
we have shared in the same sweetness
and tears of farewell

and now we have found
the end in each other
the days past and future
the memories of all mergin’
with this we have chosen

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last night, with the moonlight
slippin into my room,
i sensed your presence
the oblong of light
moved across my books,
and my writin’ desk

i waited, watched
the light shift
toward a sketch on the wall
then slide down to the wood floor
“Are they beyond you, those words.”
i expect

you were my last chance
it hardly makes sense
to think lookin’ again
would do any good

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These are the flaws within divided pride
But in the heavy night, ensconced in stone
Uncover the truth behind Her shadow

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Slowly come over to the other side
To a cold impervious what may come
For the truth has swallowed the deception

Into evermore the gift of life, passed
The personal grace, the soul now preserved
Dust & wind now swirlin’ where tears once fell

Turn to the words
There is solace
there. They will come
and rescue you

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Today is the birthday of Emil Nolde (born Emil Hansen; Nolde, Province of Schleswig-Holstein, Kingdom of Prussia, German Empire 7 August 1867 – 13 April 1956 Seebüll, Schleswig-Holstein, West Germany); painter and printmaker. He was one of the first Expressionists, a member of Die Brucke. He is known for his brushwork and expressive choice of colors. Golden yellows and deep reds appear frequently in his work, giving a luminous quality to otherwise somber tones. His watercolors include vivid, brooding storm-scapes and brilliant florals.

Nolde’s intense preoccupation with the subject of flowers reflected his interest in the art of Vincent van Gogh.

He married Danish actress Ada Vilstrup in 1902 and moved to Berlin.

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Reclining Female Nude

Today is the birthday of Nikolai Triik (Nikolai Voldemar Triik 7 August 1884, Tallinn, Estonia – 12 August 1940, Tallinn, Estonia); Modernist painter, graphic artist, printmaker and professor. His work displays elements of Symbolism and Expressionism.

In 1906, he married the daughter of a wealthy factory owner and moved to Paris. His second wife, Viktoria (the daughter of Mihkel Martna), died in 1935, aged only forty-four. He fell ill early in 1940 and returned to Tallinn, where he died shortly after.

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Today is the birthday of Felice Bryant (born Matilda Genevieve Scaduto; Milwaukee, Wisconsin; August 7, 1925 – April 22, 2003 Gatlinburg, Tennessee); songwriter and collaborator with her husband, Boudleaux.  Perhaps best known for songs such as “Rocky Top,” “We Could” (credited solely to Felice), “Love Hurts” (credited solely to Boudleaux), and numerous hits by the Everly Brothers, including “All I Have to Do Is Dream” (credited solely to Boudleaux), “Bye Bye Love”, and “Wake Up Little Susie”.  “Love Hurts” is perhaps my favorite song.

on this day in 1941, Bengali poet, novelist, musician, painter and playwright, Nobel Prize recipient, The Shakespeare of India, Rabindranath Tagore died in Calcutta.  He wrote one of my favorite poems, Unending Love, which Gregory Peck read on camera after Audrey Hepburn’s death.  Here is the poem for you:

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever. 

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours
-And the songs of every poet past and forever.

From Selected Poems, Translated by William Radic

Mac Tag

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

The Song of the day is Pino Daniele – “Amore Senza Fine” – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8IO75h9W4k

the pleasures of love are pains that become desirable…where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell—  in short, love is harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond… – Umberto Eco