Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.  Do you wait to run?  Do you run hot for someone?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

no, not for Godot nor the bus
“So we’re rocking into the night”
no not exactly
just a thread on bein’ patient
not takin’ any actions
until one is confidently ready,
when it comes to bein’ with,
not tryin’ until you have made
damn sure you know who you are
ok now you can go
“Waiting anticipating
for the fireworks in the night”

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a good riff, a good story, listenin’ to Boyer today, sounds like; a sidewalk café on a pretty summer night, a savored meal with apéritifs, wine, dessert, it is not but it could be a celebratory scene, two who emerged from ‘never gonna find it’ to, it was there just waitin’ for ‘em to catch up

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always open
to a good riff
to git things goin’

tell me a story
not tired of hearin’ ’em
provided you repeat
the words you know well
that we believe
i still want to listen
your caressin’ voice
whispers, lulls
sweet my dear
from the words
we heal, no more waitin’

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

need a good riff
to get me goin’

tell me all about it
beautiful, to hear it
let us hope, keep
repeatin’ these words

you know what i mean
that in the end, we believe
to listen to the verse
your voice, caressin’ sounds
whisper them, quiverin’
lulled into this story of us

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apologies for not
writin’ you these
past few days

my intentions are
to write you every day
you know i have lived
only to write for you
all these years

i have written about and
struggled with the dichotomy
between this life and real life

well, real life has been callin’

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all about routine y’all
even of a saturday mornin’…

rise before first light
turn on the music of the day
make a breakfast burrito
and dark roast coffee
in the French press
set the pitcher for sun tea
in the kitchen window
choose a cigar
from the humidor
time to light and write
and think about you

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the beginnin’
and the end
what every poem is tryin’ to say
often with too many words
when it can be said with one

beauty

or i can say it
with another,

you

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I need to see the sky
In paintin’s and pictures
In every point of view
In my memories of you

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Another dance
with madness in
the pale moonlight
Evidently
I like it. Or
perhaps it is
just that I have
grown accustomed

The wind is risin’; consummation looms
A sigh overwhelmin’, pleasure consumes
Words porin’ out with a surgin’ exhale

Now here among the silent departed,
the final step taken in this journey
Here in this quiet place, what dreams may come

Dream cast shadow
All too empty
Dark. Do you see
Do you hear? Wail
into the night

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Today we are featurin’ a letter that my friend Jett, Rhett’s brother, received from his friend Adele.

Dear Jett,

I am sorry I have not responded to your last few letters.  I have been busy and deep in projects.  Your letters always make me smile.  My intentions are to write you back with something clever and amusing but I get interrupted and I get busy and never make it back to my intent.  I can only imagine with your creative mind that you have me off on some wonderful adventure but I am not.  I have pulled my shoulders back and moved forward with life alone.  I have often thought of our discussions about finding the one, a soul mate, or settling for someone who is close enough.  I guess I have never met anyone close enough or I don’t see the sense in putting energy in something that is not pure.  I am not sad or heart broken about it.  It is not like I feel like a wall flower and no one wants me.  There are men; but men being men, I am not interested in what most of them who attempt to darken my doorway are interested in.  But, I have not completely given up.  I still hold on to a sliver of hope that one day someone will see something far greater in me.

I think of it like a forgotten classic car in the back of barn.  The one hidden, waiting under a cover.  Dust and cobwebs make her blend into the background.  Buckets, tools and boxes block the access to her.  She sits there preserved for the one who will find her glory.  Some men would love to drive her and go fast but they would be too lazy to remove the clutter. They would pass her by and that is fine with her.  They would be reckless with her.  They would not take care of her.  They would desert her the first time she sputtered.  She is content in her hiding.  She only concerns herself a little with the rust that has started in the left rear fender.  She dreams and hopes that one day the right one will discover her.

The one who will be able to see past the clutter, will feel his heart skip a beat.  Her beauty will catch his breath.  His first thought is what is wrong with her and where has she been?  Had she been loved?  Had she been forgotten?  Had she been pushed aside for a younger version?  What was her story?

He will tenderly mend all that has been neglected with her and take her out for a spin.  He again will find himself breathless.  She will become his prize.  He will make sure she is ready before he thinks of taking her home.  To rush this part could cause permanent damage to her.

He is not interested in just her physical aspects.  He is not just looking for a sleek body.  Sometimes he loves to just listen to her.  It always brings a smile to his face.  He appreciates her details.  Sometimes he will pause and watch her and take in her full beauty.  She is rare and not many can say they have ever experienced anything like her before.  He is thankful he found her.

When they go out, men ask him about her lines, her curves.  His smile is all that feeds their curiosity.  They can only sit back and wonder at the thought of what it would feel like to have her respond to their touch.

He turns to her and runs his hand along her curves.  He turns on the radio and she sings to him.  She responds to his touch and they ride off together leaving everyone thinking how lucky they are to have each other.

Adele

Today is the birthday of Josef Danhauser (18 August 1805 in Laimgrube, currently part of Mariahilf or Neubau, Vienna – May 1845 Vienna); painter and one of the prominent artists of Biedermeier period, along with Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller and Peter Fendi. Danhauser’s works, which went largely unappreciated in his time, dealt with moralising subjects and had a clear influence of William Hogarth.

In 1838, he was appointed vice-rector of the Vienna Academy and married Josephine Streit, who was the daughter of a physician and with whom he had three children, Josef, Gustav, Marie and Julie, born in 1839, 1841 and 1843 respectively.

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Today is the birthday of Anna Ancher (Skagen, Denmark 18 August 1859 – 15 April 1935 Skagen); artist associated with the Skagen Painters, an artist colony on the northern point of Jylland, Denmark. She is considered to be one of Denmark’s greatest visual artists.

In 1880 she married fellow painter Michael Ancher, whom she met in Skagen. They had one child, daughter Helga Ancher. Despite pressure from society that married women should devote themselves to household duties, she continued painting after marriage.

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Today is the birthday of Frederick Cayley Robinson (Brentford-on-Thames, Middlesex, England 18 August 1862 – 4 January 1927 London); artist who created paintings and applied art, including book illustrations and theatre set designs. Cayley Robinson continued to paint striking Pre-Raphaelite and Victorian subjects well into the twentieth century despite this approach becoming deeply unfashionable.

His series of large-scale mural paintings for the Middlesex Hospital entitled Acts of Mercy commissioned around 1915 and completed in 1920 are some of his most impressive works, along with Pastoral (1923; Tate Britain, London), which was bought by the Chantrey Bequest for the nation. However his many smaller paintings, particularly of interiors featuring sombre women as well as the theme of departure, are significant works of modern British art.

Cayley Robinson married in 1898, in Bradford-on-Avon, the painter and illustrator Winifred Lucy Dalley (1861-1936), daughter of the stockbroker John Lambert Dalley. They had one daughter, Barbara (1901-1986), born in Italy, who was a painter of portraits and landscapes. Winifred died in 1936 in their home in Kensington.

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Lucienne Boyer
(1945)

And today is the birthday of Lucienne Boyer (Émilienne-Henriette Boyer; Montparnasse Quarter of Paris 18 August 1901 – 6 December 1983 Paris); diseuse and singer, perhaps best known for her version of song “Parlez-moi d’amour”.

Her melodious voice gave her the chance, while working as a part-time model, to sing in the cabarets of Montparnasse. An office position at a prominent Parisian theater opened the door for her and within a few years she was cast as Lucienne Boyer, singing in the major Parisian music halls.

In 1927, Boyer sang at a concert by Félix Mayol where she was seen by the American impresario Lee Shubert who offered her a contract to come to Broadway. Boyer spent nine months in New York City, returning to perform there and to South America numerous times throughout the 1930s. By 1933 she had made a large number of recordings for Columbia Records of France including her signature song, “Parlez-moi d’amour”. Written by Jean Lenoir, the song won the first-ever Grand Prix du Disque of the Charles Cros Academy.

Boyer lost her soldier father in World War I and had to go to work in a munitions factory to help her family get by.

In 1939, she married the cabaret singer Jacques Pills of the popular duo Pills et Tabet.

She is interred in the Cimetière de Bagneux in Montrouge, near Paris.

Parlez-moi d’amour

{Refrain}

Parlez moi d’amour
Redites-moi des choses tendres
Votre beau discours
Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre
Pourvu que toujours
Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes:
Je vous aime

Vous savez bien
Que dans le fond je n’en crois rien
Mais cependant je veux encore
Ecouter ces mots que j’adore
Votre voix aux sons caressants
Qui les murmure en frémissant
Me berce de sa belle histoire
Et malgré moi je veux y croire

{Refrain}

Il est si doux
Mon cher trésor d’être un peu fou
La vie est parfois trop amère
Si l’on ne croit pas aux chimères
Le chagrin est vite apaisé
Et se console d’un baiser
Du Coeur on guerit la blessure
Par un serment qui le rassure

{Refrain}

Mac Tag 

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all

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