The Lovers’ Chronicle 13 November – once found – birth of Robert Louis Stevenson & Mary Wigman – photography by Robert Whitaker

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Whatever comes your way, keep breathin’, keep dreamin’. Tell me what you have found. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

once dreamin’ twice…
-A familiar melody pulls him
from deep sleep

there is no song for this one
it originated as a reference
not to forget, that what was sought
had once been found, but that was a stretch
because nothin’ had ever been found
“As in love or the one”
right, the early poems played up the drama
of the woeful poet bemoanin’ his loss
but starin’ down reality shows somethin’ else
“That doesn’t matter now”
the only importance; that we found each other

more please, alternate streams; in a dark bar sippin’ mezcal and writin’ to you, thinkin’ about the different directions life has taken; two solitaries, confidant and content with who they are, seemin’ly far apart yet on paths that will intersect changin’ everything, two who discover what is found can be held

the difference between,
alternate reality stream
and livin’ out the vision

trustin’ my cape
movin’ beyond
the lack thereof

from mornin’ break,
never a day too long
to take time to get
this, bein’ with
right

thoughts often cross,
what is found, believe
leavin’ regret behind

Pale Love, Pale Rider

lookin’ like there is an alternative
the ways of solitude turnin’ towards
time with someone, this could be happenin’
what was long sought, then thought denied

of course as told before, the seekin’
was fatally flawed from the beginnin’
did not realize it had to start with me
once found, i then turned my gaze outward

and to my amazement, there you were

alternate reality stream

trust your cape
the rhapsody, the dream
beyond the lack thereof

remember when,
from mornin’ break,
never a day too long
to take time to get
the verse right

thoughts often cross,
a time not to forget
what was once found
then left behind
now, full of regret

to look
was but to court deception

a wanderer, all abroad
unable to see from where
inspiration comes

only through years
spent there
could lead to this

the realism,
always and everywhere,
is that of the poets
to find beauty and sorrow
and give them a voice

for to miss that
is to miss all

alternate reality stream…
trust your cape
enter the rhapsody

remember when,
from mornin’ break,
beyond the light,
never a day too long
to take time
to make it right

ardent thoughts
often cross the mind,
a time not to forget,
what was once found

Cowboy poet from mornin’ break
Wrote ’til the close of light,
Never a day too long to make
One word or sentence right

Fired up at the gym!
Put the pin
at the bottom
of the weight stack
And rep the whole damn stack!!!
Because I can!!!
Yeah, it felt great!

Desert stretches on
Starry night above
unfolds… forever
Mezcal buzz comes on
unfurls… comforts me

If it is Friday
It must be the blues
The Muddy, Howlin’,
Lightnin’, Blind, low down,
moanin’, baby is
gone, and damnit so
is SRV, blues

True portrait
Since, erased
Face of truth
Want without seein’,
and without regret
Apologize yet, not,
You git the point

je suis Paris
je suis Parisien

Tired but only
A hundred miles
To go. Pushin’
On to Belle Fourche
There is a steak
And a whiskey
Waitin’ for me
And a patient
Willin’ woman

Lust stormed confusedly within me. The torrent of feelings tossed and swelled and boiled and ran over.

Can my heart be taught not to fear
All you who sleep tonight
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Song on the end of the not so innocent dead.

Today is the birthday of Robert Louis Stevenson (Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson; Edinburgh 13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894 Vailima, Samoan Islands); novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer. Perhaps best know for his novels; Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

A literary celebrity during his lifetime, Stevenson now ranks among the most translated authors in the world.

Stevenson was a sickly, moderately successful poet, essayist and travel writer, livin’ in France, when he fell in love with a woman after one look at her. (Sounds like a friend of Jett!) He was passin’ by the window of a house one night when he looked inside and fell instantly in love with a woman he saw eatin’ dinner with a group of her friends. Stevenson stood there starin’ at her, and then opened the window and leapt inside. The guests were shocked, but Stevenson just bowed and introduced himself. The woman was an American named Fanny Osbourne, and she was unhappily married (another friend of Jett!). After a few months in Europe, she returned to California, and Stevenson decided to drop everything and go persuade her to divorce her husband and marry him. He collapsed on her doorstep. She divorced her husband, and they were married and moved back to Scotland. Stevenson wrote a poem that served as inspiration for the Lyrics of the Day and that inspired the Song of the Day.

Quotes

For marriage is like life in this — that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses.

Falling in love is the one illogical adventure, the one thing of which we are tempted to think as supernatural, in our trite and reasonable world. The effect is out of all proportion with the cause. Two persons, neither of them, it may be, very amiable or very beautiful, meet, speak a little, and look a little into each other’s eyes. That has been done a dozen or so of times in the experience of either with no great result. But on this occasion all is different. They fall at once into that state in which another person becomes to us the very gist and centrepoint of God’s creation, and demolishes our laborious theories with a smile; in which our ideas are so bound up with the one master-thought that even the trivial cares of our own person become so many acts of devotion, and the love of life itself is translated into a wish to remain in the same world with so precious and desirable a fellow-creature.

Virginibus Puerisque, Ch. 3.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator. And how many loves have perished because, from pride, or spite, or diffidence, or that unmanly shame which withholds a man from daring to betray emotion, a lover, at the critical point of the relation, has but hung his head and held his tongue?

Truth of Intercourse.

And now Stevenson’s poem then the lyrics, then the song. To Stevenson, love at first sight and you.

To the Muse

Resign the rhapsody, the dream,
To men of larger reach;
Be ours the quest of a plain theme,
The piety of speech.

As monkish scribes from morning break
Toiled till the close of light,
Nor thought a day too long to make
One line or letter bright:

We also with an ardent mind,
Time, wealth, and fame forgot,
Our glory in our patience find
And skim, and skim the pot:

Till last, when round the house we hear
The evensong of birds,
One corner of blue heaven appear
In our clear well of words.

Leave, leave it then, muse of my heart!
Sans finish and sans frame,
Leave unadorned by needless art
The picture as it came.

Keep Breathin’

Alternate reality stream:
Trust your cape, take a breath
Enter the rhapsody, the dream
Breathin’ beyond love’s death

Remember when, from mornin’ break,
Lovin’ beyond the light,
Never a day too long to take
Time to make lovin’ right

Ardent thoughts often cross the mind,
A time not to forget,
What was once found then left behind
Now time full of regret

So, within the vision to hear
Breathin’, faster, urgent
To be to that passion so near
Is to know contentment

Leave, leave it then, muse of my heart
Keep breathin’, keep dreamin’,
Leave, take your totem and depart
Enter my dream streamin’

The Song of the Day is “Keep Breathing” by Ingrid Michaelson

Today is the birthday of Mary Wigman (born Karoline Sophie Marie Wiegmann; Hanover, Germany; 13 November 1886 – 18 September 1973, Berlin); dancer, choreographer, notable as the pioneer of expressionist dance, dance therapy, and movement training without pointe shoes. In my opinion, she is one of the most important figures in the history of modern dance. She became one of the most iconic figures of Weimar German culture and her work was hailed for bringing the deepest of existential experiences to the stage.

Original image description from the Deutsche FotothekMary Wigman, Prof. Benedik

Gallery

Photograph of German dancer Mary Wigman by Dutch photographer Jacob Merkelbach, 1922

Postage stamp marks 100th year of Wigman’s birth

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner: Mary Wigman’s Dance of Death, 1926–1928

Portrait of Wigman dancing by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner

Wigman, dance studio, West Berlin 1959Wigman studio, West Berlin

West Berlin 1959

And today is the birthday of Robert Whitaker (Harpenden, St Albans District, Hertfordshire, England 13 November 1939 – 20 September 2011); photographer, perhaps best known for his many photographs of The Beatles, taken between 1964 and 1966, with his best known work, the “Butcher Cover“, which featured on the band’s 1966’s US-only album Yesterday and Today. He also worked with the rock group Cream, photos from which were used in the Martin Sharp-designed collage on the cover of their 1967 LP Disraeli Gears.

self portrait

Gallery

john and Cynthia

Cynthia

cynthia

cream, Disraeli Gears

butcher cover

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 13 November – once found – birth of Robert Louis Stevenson & Mary Wigman – photography by Robert Whitaker

To the Muse

Keep Breathin’

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To the Muse

Keep Breathin’

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