The Lovers’ Chronicle 12 January – again – art by Jean Béraud & John Singer Sargent

Dear Zazie,

I am moved beyond words by your latest note. Thank you. You know your man. That is exactly what I would have done. Well, I might have stopped to thank them, for their loss is my gain. Oh, and that grin would have probably turned to a big smile as I walked out the door. Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse.  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

dream époque…
on a street corner in Paris waiting for something, not sure what
a horse drawn carriage pulls up, yes this is it, opens the door and gets in
after how long, a minute, thirty, it stops in front of the Folies Bergère
he gets out, walks in and there she is, sitting in a booth sipping absinthe
looking très jolie in her hat and gloves, her red hair radiant
I feared I would never see you again
Fear not, I am here every night
Where should we go from here

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there is a great song by Lenny Kravitz
though we will not be spendin’ any time
wonderin’ if we will see each other again
“No, but we could have sung
the opening line the day we met;
“I’ve been searching for you”
the word today originated in a poem
from ’18 that referenced watchin’
movies more than once
if i wrote that poem today it would be,
here we are again, holdin’ each other

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some things are worth returnin’ for, some we are doomed to repeat, had a penchant for the latter, a mixture of stubbornness and cluelessness, but if that was the price of admission to git to the verse, then you, well sign me up again, even double, it would be worth it

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as you know, been writin’
and wonderin’ for a long time
about whether i would ever
unsaddle and stop wanderin’

always before, it just felt like
when i stopped, i was only
stoppin’ long enough
to check the binds
and jump another fence

i believe it is time
the cowboy gets the girl

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

well i just want to know
how the hell you let
yourself feel

after all the miles
you shoulda known,
only stop long enough
to check the binds

what you were built for,
no sense of permanence
with purpose found
only in this vision

yes, play it that way,
the way it shall be

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it changes you
what could i suggest
but to stop often
and take it in

the celebration found
in the smallest details

a sip of espresso
a once ago kiss
words and the feelin’s
they conjure in us
the tug of what was
in a pulse before
the veil falls

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just watched
Walk the Line
yep, again
will never git enough
of Johnny and June

‘parently,
it was too much
to ask, fate and goddess
and magic and hope
to bring me my June
she ain’t comin’

lets see,
what else is on…

oh sweet jesus,
not sure i have the strength
to watch Cold Mountain
yep, again

keep clickin’

oh good,
Hustle is on
think i can handle
Reynolds and Deneuve

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to relate the looks or thoughts
through rhythm or rhyme
through light
or otherwise

to recall the sensations,
from mutual passion
to be confined
by the comfort
of those visions

thus it cannot be supposed
to have the will
to go there again

misfortune or miracle
blessin’ or curse…

to have been there,
to have felt,
to have been
half of a whole

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Night, deep in silence, She awaits there with Her power that
Moves through the world and makes his hair stand on end

She is there, knowin’ the air will soon fill with snowflakes
and knowin’ the answers yet keepin’ them to Herself until……

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Today is the birthday of Jean Béraud (Saint Petersburg; January 12, 1848 – October 4, 1935 Paris); painter known for his numerous paintings depicting the life of Paris, and the nightlife of Paris society.  His paintings of the Champs Elysees, cafés, Montmartre and the banks of the Seine are detailed illustrations of everyday Parisian life during the “Belle Époque”.

Gallery

And today is the birthday of John Singer Sargent (Florence; January 12, 1856 – April 14, 1925 London); artist, and one of the leading portrait painter of his generation.  During his career, he created roughly 900 oil paintings and more than 2,000 watercolors, as well as countless sketches and charcoal drawings.  His oeuvre documents worldwide travel, from Venice to the Tyrol, Corfu, the Middle East, Montana, Maine, and Florida.

Sargent was a lifelong bachelor.

Gallery 

Mac Tag

thanks for stoppin’ by y’all