The Lovers’ Chronicle 28 September – wherever – art by Alexandre Cabanel – premiere of Mildred Pierce

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.  Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge.  Do you carry someone’s heart with you wherever you are?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

kind of dream…
-At the Blue Note Jazz Club in Greenwich Village-
i know jazz is not one of your favorites
but today is the day Miles Davis died

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an obvious song choice
‘’Wherever I May Roam’’, by Metallica
’’From your wandering days’’
or the days when i wished i was,
it is the perfect song for that
’’But doesn’t go well now’’
we just have to change one little word
to make it a song for us;
‘’Wherever we may wander, wander, wander
Wherever we may roam’’
‘’Yes my love, anywhere we roam ‘’
and we will take our time
to revel in every moment 

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wanderin’, roamin’ with the wind, sometimes had a direction in mind but i could be easily persuaded to change course, always traveled light to be nimble, proud at one point that everything that mattered fit in my Bronco; now that the words and you are all i need, we can go wherever you please

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yes, does not really matter
constants on the journey,
readin’, writin’, good food
and drink, particular
in that regard,
that is the quality
of course preferably
with a good view
of the sunrise
since the internal clock
insists on goin’ off at five
though most importantly,
if you are there, then wherever

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

for Gay

“I love the way you touch me.”
i was put here for that purpose

“Why do you keep
checking your watch?”
hopin’ i will discover
that time has stopped

desirable, touchable
we are, not forgotten
or passed over

(i have written
an orison for us)

wherever we are
we shall be ours

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in mood
most foul
good thing
no one is awake
to know

“What are you?
An idiot?!?”

ha, you have known me
how long and you expect
me to do anything ordinary

please

i am a goddamn
fuckin’ idiot

how many times,
in how many ways
must i tell you,
there
is
no
point

Hey Siri

how the hell
did you not see
that that was
a really bad idea

Siri: ….

still, low as can be,
yet thoughts ascend,
in honour of you

were i low or high
with you shall i go
and look upon
the memory
of your eyes
till all else fades

together shine on
(wait, are you sure
this is how it goes)

wherever i am,
wherever you are,

mine shall be yours

yes
doin’ one of my
favorite things
in a dark bar
writin’ verse for you

i done told you
and told you,
this is this first
best destiny

swear to sunny jesus
no damn luck at all

well, there is no thee
so i turn to martinis
and Amaro

perfectly acceptable substitutes

Hey Siri

what the hell
is the point

Siri: ask me a damn question I can answer

where would be
the fun in that

no, not drunk writin’
just alcohol infused,
lonely as a mofo
writin’

“Do you miss
those days?”

well, yes
it was nice
to be wanted
but hard to see
now, what good it did

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i god
so dang wordy
to say what can be said
in three words

as if those words
could be said

once ago
they could be,
and were, frequently
but with no understandin’
of what it meant to be there

ah, just as well
now that twilight is near
may those words rest
wherever they were left

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perhaps Mac’s Creek Winery
about the only place i go
a 45 mile drive on a windin’
High Plains highway
i can drive 90 plus miles per hour
most of the way in the Audi
straightenin’ the curves
the wine and food are pretty good
i have some photos somewhere
anyway, wherever, i will take you

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ain’t nuthin’ in this world
been a surprise
except you

there are things
that gnaw on a man
a sight worse
than dyin’

“Everything you were
or think you did,
has taken such
a hard hold on you,
you can’t see”
damn, I thought
I hid that well

ain’t no third act
resurrection
in this tragedy
cue the denouement

Ain’t no,
I was blind and now I see,
Goin’ on here
I earned my pain
Do not take it from me

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My goddamn kindle
fire just died. It was
my main composin’
tool, so bear with me
while I transition

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And an old style poem and a song for you, just for you.  The Poem of the Day –

Wherever You Are

Were I low as the lowly plain,
And you as high as the stars above,
Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,
Ascend to the stars, in honour of my Love

Were I as high as the stars above the prairie,
And you as low
As the bottom of the sea,
With you my love shall go

Were you the earth and I the skies,
My love should shine on you like the sun,
And look upon you with a thousand eyes
Till the stars went blind and the world were done

Wherever I am, wherever you are,

my heart shall be yours

The Song of the Day – “Wherever You Are” by Terry Ellis.

Alexandre Cabanel
Self-portrait (1852)

Today is the birthday of Alexandre Cabanel (Montpellier; 28 September 1823 – 23 January 1889 Paris); painter.  He painted historical, classical and religious subjects in the academic style. He was also well known as a portrait painter. According to Diccionario Enciclopedico Salvat, Cabanel is the best representative of L’art pompier, and was Napoleon III’s preferred painter.

Self-portrait (1847)

ca.1865. Photograph by Charles Reutlinger (?)

Gallery 

•  
• Fallen Angel (1847)
• The death of Francesca da Rimini and Paolo Malatesta (1870)
• Harmonie (1877)
• The daughter of Jephthah (1879)
• Cleopatra Testing Poisons on Condemned Prisoners (1887)
• Portrait of Countess E. A Vorontsova Dashkova
• Napoleon III

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