The Lovers’ Chronicle 16 September – broken – verse by Alfred Noyes – art by Jean Arp & William Rose – premiere of Blonde Venus

Dear Zazie,   Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Have you been broken? Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.

Rhett

The Lover’s Chronicle

Dear Muse,

broken dream…
*Pantera’s groove metal song
‘’I’m Broken’’ starts playin’, loud*
alright, fabulous way to start a dream,
good thing the neighbors cannot hear,
now, which way do you want it to go,
oh but first, the beautiful redhead;
Hey dear, love the song,
but maybe a little too loud;
what
Can we turn the music down
no, we have no turnips
No, turn it down
oh sure, hey dream goddess,
turn down the volume
Now, which way is this going 
well, since we are no longer broken,
lets give thanks for that and not
rehash those tales, and continue 
tellin’ our story of broken pieces
that fit so well together
And ask the dream goddess
to start a movie;
yes, how ‘bout Blonde Venus
with Dietrich and Grant
Roll film
and the good times

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this started from the concept
that everyone is broken,
the only difference
is the degrees
“That’s right,
each in their own way”
some of us got a start
from our parents,
gee thanks mom,
others from bad relationships,
ditto again
“Ha, yes, a significant source there”
however you got there what matters
is how you put yourself back together
“And, do your pieces fit well
with someone else’s”
like ours do

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how does it all fit, through words, sortin’ through the pieces left behind, from readin’ everyday, from listenin’ more than talkin’, from observin’, from movies and music, and definitely from fractured encounters, a speciality; mix it all together, with a dash of High Plains drawl, and you, the icin’, and voilà

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our broken pieces fit well together
an important part of understandin’
how two people come together
and stay that way

we are all mixed bags
of jagged edges,
scrambled jigsaw
puzzles

the first challenge,
to put yourself
together

the ultimate challenge,
to put yourself together
with someone

not for the weak
but now i can say
worth it

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

you, leanin’ over me,
whisperin’ what you want

my hands runnin’ up and down
your curves, and your moan
makes me want as i have not

in the darkness,
urges consume
fillin’ with wonder
and holdin’ us bound

we move together,
till the grey dawn
no longer broken

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for Pamela

did she,
does she
even care

s’pose i deserved
to almost fall
for a female me

so closed and afraid
so much pain
and sufferin’

but i will remember
the tender moments
and wonder…

another life

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Muse, Upturned face

enough of dreams,
hardly
no better place
for the burdened

not on clouds
build thy faith
all too like hope
enough of despair

the breakin’ is broke
no lookin’ back
but therein lies strength,
in dream and deed,
to see through the night

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for Marci

she told me
she was broken
i said we all are

we were at work
those were good days,
wait correction,
the part of the day
that included her
was good

i have used the word
saved
that is either right
or not far away

i am strugglin for the words
to tell you how important
her beautiful smile
and her humor
were to me

i can git by
with my brokenness
thanks in part to her

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C’mon…
You will have to do
Better than that
I have held more babies
Loved more beauties
Attended more burials

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Slowly, turnin’ pale blue eyes toward you
Softly, your cheek, lips comin’ together
Dyin’ in a divine kiss, wave on wave

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He was lookin’
For… for something
He knew not what
He found,
More than he could
have imagined

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Alfred Noyes
Portrait by Alexander Bassano, 1922

Today is the birthday of Alfred Noyes (Wolverhampton, England 16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 Isle of Wight); poet, short-story writer and playwright, best known for his ballads, “The Highwayman” and “The Barrel-Organ”.

In 1907, Noyes married Garnett Daniels, youngest daughter of US Army Colonel Byron G. Daniels, a Civil War veteran.  She died in 1926 at Saint-Jean-de-Luz, France, where she and Noyes were staying with friends.

In 1927, the year after his first wife’s death, Noyes married Mary Angela née Mayne (1889–1976), widow of Lieutenant Richard Shireburn Weld-Blundell.  In 1929, Noyes and Mary Angela settled at Lisle Combe, on the Undercliff near Ventnor, Isle of Wight.

Verse  

• Enough of dreams! No longer mock
  The burdened hearts of men!
  Not on the cloud, but on the rock
  Build thou thy faith again;
• O range no more the realms of air,
  Stoop to the glen-bound streams;
  Thy hope was all too like despair:
  Enough, enough of dreams.
  • “The Secret Inn : ‘The Kingdom is Within You’” in Master Mind Magazine, Vol. VII, No. 3 (December 1914), p. 99.
• Descend, descend, Urania, speak
  To men in their own tongue!
  Leave not the breaking heart to break
  Because thine own is strong.
  This is the law, in dream and deed,
  That heaven must walk on earth!
  O, shine upon the humble creed
  That holds the heavenly birth.
  • “The Secret Inn : ‘The Kingdom is Within You’” in Master Mind Magazine, Vol. VII, No. 3 (December 1914), p. 99.
• A shadow leaned over me, whispering, in the darkness,
  Thoughts without sound;
  Sorrowful thoughts that filled me with helpless wonder
  And held me bound.
  • “The Shadow” in The Empire Review (1923) Vol. 37, p. 620.
• Soundlessly, shadow with shadow, we wrestled together,
  Till the grey dawn.
  • “The Shadow” in The Empire Review (1923) Vol. 37, p. 620.

The Highwayman (1907)

• The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
  The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
  The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
  And the highwayman came riding —
  Riding — riding —
  The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
• One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I’m after a prize tonight,
  But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
  Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
  Then look for me by moonlight,
  Watch for me by moonlight,
  I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

Today is the birthday of Jean Arp (Jean Hans Peter Wilhelm Arp; Strasbourg, 16 September 1886 – 7 June 1966 Basel, Switzerland); sculptor, painter and poet. He was known as a Dadaist and an abstract artist.

Arp and his first wife, the artist Sophie Taeuber-Arp, became French nationals in 1926.  In the 1930s they bought a piece of land in Clamart and built a house at the edge of a forest. Influenced by the Bauhaus, Le Corbusier and Charlotte Perriand, Taeuber designed it.  She died in Zürich in 1943 from accidental carbon monoxide poisoning. After living in Zürich, Arp was to make Meudon his primary residence again in 1946.

Arp married the collector Marguerite Hagenbach (1902–1994), his long-time companion, in 1959.

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Le rideau

And today is the birthday of William Rose (William Frank Rose; Pittsburgh; September 16, 1909 – May 29, 1972 New York City); illustrator and film poster artist active in the 1930s and 1940s. He is recognized as one of the most distinctive poster artists of the Classical Hollywood era, a time when most film posters featured painted illustrations rather than photography. Rose painted dozens of poster illustrations for RKO Radio Pictures and other studios. As one of the leading designers in RKO’s art department, he helped to define the studio’s bold visual aesthetic. Although he was prolific, only a fraction of his poster designs have been individually attributed to him. Most of his output remains unidentified. His artwork is prized by collectors, and original prints of his posters have fetched high prices at auction.

One of his most iconic posters is the alternate “Style B” design for Citizen Kane (1941), which pitched the film as a more conventional romance than it actually was. The poster failed as a marketing ploy but, in hindsight, has been considered superior to the primary “Style A” design. In posters for films like Out of the Past (1947), Rose made significant contributions to the film noir aesthetic. He also illustrated all the promotional artwork for producer Val Lewton’s series of low-budget B movies at RKO, most notably the horror film Cat People (1942).

Apart from his work for Hollywood art departments, Rose was also an active illustrator for magazines and paperback fiction. Rose resided in Oceanside, New York for most of his professional career. He was married to Miriam Roberts Rose, a pianist, and had two children. He died in New York City at the age of 62.

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