Last night I got a call on the telephone…
cf. National Geographic Magazine, 1972
But, soft! what light through yonder car window breaks?
cf. LIFE Magazine, 1970 and Romeo and Juliet
Well, it’s all over now but the cryin’
It was the heat of the moment
I was only something to fall back on
I said, Lord, take me downtown
cf. Paul Delaroche, “Hémicycle” (detail) (1842)
I met her on the strip. It was another lost weekend.
cf. The Denison Limner, “Miss Denison of Stonington, Connecticut” (ca. 1790)
“Talk To Ya Later” – The Tubes
[Algernon is rather taken aback.]
cf. LIFE, 1972 and Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest”
I Want To Be Your Man
cf. The Finnish Museum of Photography, “Kulutusosuuskuntien Keskusliiton kokoelma” and
Grant Wood, “American Gothic” (1930)
Love on the line, it’s now or never.
cf. “Before and After” (Photo-Play World, 1918)
ACT I, SCENE I: Verona. A public place.
cf. LIFE, 1969
He’s A Mover
cf. American Mutoscope and Biograph Co., “Foxy Grandpa and Polly in a little hilarity” (1902)
Everyday I Write The Book
“I will attend her here, and woo her with some spirit when she comes…”
cf. Michael Caporale, “Real, Live, Wearable Fashions For Fall” (Cincinnati Magazine, 1979)
“Barbie And Ken At The Lapin Agile”
Tuesday: Beef Macaroni Casserole
Esther Bubley, “Student cafeteria…” (1943)
New York Magazine, 1969
Summer’s joys are spoilt by use,
And the enjoying of the Spring
Fades as does its blossoming…
–John Keats, Fancy
“Summertime Blues” (Remixed Live At Leeds Version) by The Who
Something’s burning and I think it’s love
cf. William Gropper, “Wake up alone and like it!” (1936)
Gonna be a dental floss tycoon
cf. Frans Hals, The Laughing Cavalier (1624)
Fièvre du Samedi soir au Moulin de la Galette
cf. Auguste Renoir, Bal du moulin de la Galette (1876)
And that sweet city woman,
She moves through the light…
“They resolved to persevere in dissipation for the rest of the day…”
cf. LIFE (1967)
One night when Beauclerk and Langton had supped at a tavern in London, and sat till about three in the morning, it came into their heads to go and knock up Johnson, and see if they could prevail on him to join them in a ramble. They rapped violently at the door of his chambers in the Temple, till at last he appeared in his shirt, with his little black wig on the top of his head, instead of a nightcap, and a poker in his hand, imagining, probably, that some ruffians were coming to attack him. When he discovered who they were, and was told their errand, he smiled, and with great good humour agreed to their proposal: ‘What, is it you, you dogs! I’ll have a frisk with you.’ He was soon drest, and they sallied forth together into Covent-Garden…They then repaired to one of the neighbouring taverns, and made a bowl of that liquor called Bishop, which Johnson had always liked; while in joyous contempt of sleep, from which he had been roused, he repeated the festive lines,
‘Short, O short then be thy reign,
And give us to the world again!’
They did not stay long, but walked down to the Thames, took a boat, and rowed to Billingsgate. Beauclerk and Johnson were so well pleased with their amusement, that they resolved to persevere in dissipation for the rest of the day…
—Boswell’s Life Of Johnson
cf. Gerard ter Borch the Younger, A Woman Playing the Theorbo-Lute and a Cavalier (ca. 1658)
She Blinded Me With Science
cf. Jacques Louis David, Antoine-Laurent Lavoisier and His Wife Marie-Anne-Pierrette Paulze (1788)
Two divided by love can only be one and one is a lonely number
cf. Giuseppe De Nittis, Elegant Young Woman Seen From Behind (ca. 1875)
Shake a hand if you have to
cf. Jean-Germain Drouais, Marius At Minturnae (1786)
Ain’t that peculiar?!
I Woke Up In Love This Morning
Cincinnati Magazine (1971)
Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love
Take it out to Pomona and let ’em know that I’m the coolest thing around
cf. Cincinnati Magazine (1976)
Sweet Child O’ Mine
cf. Jan van Eyck, The Arnolfini Portrait (1434)
Who Loves You?
You got me workin’ day and night
Cincinnati Magazine (1971)
Yes, I’m ready
cf. LIFE (1966)
How can I be sure?
Calling Dr. Love
I could be good for you
Quaker Oats advertisement and photograph by Brooke Cagle via Unsplash
Here I am – stuck in the middle with you
Heartbeat, It’s A Lovebeat
“Snap And Crack The Whip”
cf. Winslow Homer, Snap the Whip (1872)
’65 Love Affair
’65 love affair
We wasn’t gettin’ nowhere
But we didn’t care
It was a crazy ’65 love affair…
Please don’t talk about love tonight
cf. Louis Moeller, Appraisement (edited) (ca. 1888) and Alicia Bridges
Might as well go for a soda
Lawrence Zink, Fashion (Cincinnati Magazine, 1971)
American Gothic Groove
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Let me take you home tonight
cf. Augustus Leopold Egg, The Life of Buckingham (edited detail) (undated, exhibited 1855)
I guess you’re just what I needed
You didn’t have to love me like you did but you did, but you did and I thank you
cf. Edouard Manet, Music Lesson (1870)
There goes another love song
cf. Russell Lee, Drinking at the bar… (1938) and Lomax Collection, Two musicians… (c.1938)
“Then Bob lost our money…”
Been a long time since I rock and rolled…
Don’t call us, we’ll call you
cf. Théo Van Rysselberghe, The Lecture (1903)
Me and Mrs. Jones
cf. James Barret, “Jos and Becky” and Russell Lee, Couple sitting on bench (1938)
Rock Me Gently
Let’s go surfin’ now, everybody’s learning how
“Santayana wants me, Lord, I can’t go back there!”
PHILOSOPHICAL DIALOGUES BETWEEN SOCRATES (S) AND AN IMAGINARY INTERLOCUTOR (ii):
S: Wittgenstein at a restaurant or we can dine at home.
ii: Bertrand, can you Russell up some dinner for me?
S: Francis, Bacon sure smells great when it’s cooking doesn’t it?
ii: That hits Lamarck.
S: I Goethe go.
ii: Rousseau long!
S: Let’s play Heidegger seek!
ii: I Kant find you!
S: Hegel, what’s going on?
ii: We were supposed to go Schopenhauers ago!
S: Don’t put Descartes before the horse! We’ve Spinoza this many times before.
ii: John, Locke the front door and we’ll get going.
S: Foucault? I didn’t hear the phone ring.
ii: Hume are you referring to?
S: Camus come over to visit today?
ii: I’m Newton town so I’m not sure where to go.
S: I’ll Nietzsche in front of my house. Drive Pascal and then take the next left. Husserl can you get here?
ii: Is your house Nietzsche and clean?
S: Rousseau it is. I really Fichte this place up. It looks great. Kierkegaard-en I told you about with lots of flowers.
ii: If that’s Sartre than i’m a Hottentot.
S: Santayana wants me, Lord, I can’t go back there!
ii: Don’t Thoreau your life away!