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Monday, July 21, 2014

History Of L'amour:" The Ugly Duckling, Ready for Plucking: Part 1

Who was the man behind the "Ugly Duckling", "The Mermaid", "Thumbelina". If you picture a lonely man with a vivid imagination, as I did, then you were right. What kind of a love life could a childlike man, convey, or draw?

Hans Christian Andersen is known for many things, as he presented, or how we draw of him. He is a man of a complex character. Even I still do not understand the full complexity of this man. A man buried in a florist of fairytales.
 He has to be the most interesting person I've ever read. His childlike behavior is downright bizarre; But there is something I like about him. Its universal truth ignorance is bliss, and my universal truth: "You keep your innocence, you get to keep yourself"
Which he was hast on doing.


So how would the amorous love affect a jejune individual? I thought it must have been terribly hard for him. I needed to know him. I feel this need to protect him, Odd, I know...

In the mind of Hans may have been vastly portrayed different by many biographers, and now Romantique Innocence explore the mind of Hans Christian Andersen.........
Riborg Voigt

"And he fell in love with a girl. No better than none, but oddly, in love with another one."
Summer 1830, Hans felt the heat from the sun rays for the first time, and got burnt trying to reach the untouchable. Yep, he and fell in love for the very first time.

Oh, The burn of love! Eh, why must I make everything irresistibly cheesy!
Me, just being Me!

Which may have been shocking for a prepubescent man. And, when I say prepubescence, I mean that.
At twenty-five with no tolerance for obscenity, and hedonism. Although, Hans seems steadfast on virtue. The sweet hunger for love, converted for the need of compassion, and understanding. Which he found in both Riborg, and Christian Voigt.
This moment was marked in stone, and made many presences in his infatuation, implausible pursuits.

Now who just was Riborg? I questioned.
She wasn't known as a beauty. But, better yet known for her introversion, and charming personality. An attraction for innocence to seem have been Han's personal favorite. Almost every woman, he screeched loved for having this characteristic.

Riborg Voigt was untouchable, and his first take on heartbreak.
And in his letter of proposal he gladly gave her way to escape. Contradictory, speaking only to her convenience, diplomacy, and sensibility.
Han's did  not speak to her heart, and clearly pushed her away. On the other hand, Riborg only seen Hans as a good friend, this also a piece of repetition.

This is where the story become a tragic tale. Her refusal letter was found on him when he died.

Edvard & Louise Collins
"I love you, and your sister; Oh, how I do miss her!"
After Riborg, Hans took a new conquest, Louise Collin.  Another failing to add to his list on unrequited lovers. The Collin family were patrons of Hans, and closely linked to his obsession. and acceptance from a family, that did not reciprocate his feelings.

Louise was clearly a shoulder to cry on, after the terrible refusal from the woman that'll forever haunt him.
Although, one can't help to think  this fascination only enlightened simply in the imagine of Edvard. She was brought between a tug-a-war of homo-erotic.

Was he love or not with Louise? Keep an open mind until part two, I'll speak on Hans & Edvard.

In a spiel, Andersen written a  proposal, and amorous letters. Unlike the first proposal to Riborg, "I wish you both happiness"Please forget someone who can never forget you  "If you love this other perosn...please forgive me"; this time it was different. Pity me, understand me, then leave me. Were the words Andersen wrote.
After many pestering letters from Andersen, on New years day, Louise Announced her engagement to another fellow. 

  This was a brutal blow to the heart from the Collin Family; Andersen decides it's time to travel. With The Collin family there to see him off, he felt isolated, and abandon, and silently chastise by those whom he loved the most.

His life is scarred by both incidents. Making him feel unloveable, which must have been confusing to someone who never been shown, or taught love, and yet, no one was there to teach him about love.
Jenny Lind
"I Found Her, I found her! a little Piece of me. But do I  want her? No, But I got to have her, If' She'll Have me, Does she even Know I love thee?
After traveling, and meeting many similar artists, and quick fascinations such of the likes Sophie Ørsted, and  Mademoiselle Rachel.

Andersen throughout, made excuses for Riborg, Louise, and Sophie claiming family, wealth, or another fellow got in the way.
He elevated to, Poverty, kept them away from me. Which was a lie. He knew that!

But, Andersen is about to come across a woman, that you might even say wow, she's perfect for this lonely man.

Jenny Lind must of hit Andersen like a ton of bricks. The similarities between these two, and are pretty damning.
Vastly religious, same turbulent upbringing, and love for art, for the sake of art.
Yes, Jenny Lind was the walking female version of Poor ole' Andersen.
Andersen was not in love with her beauty, but their relatability.

Like always, Hans Resorted to writing love letters, and discussion his romantic infatuation with the public through his writings.  Andersen obliviously known that Lind did not reciprocate his feelings, but fancifully wanted to keep the ideal of there love alive, for variety? muse? boredom? 
who knows?

While the Swedish Nightingale, lighten up his life thru literature. There was another that's exciting him around this time. Henrik Stampe, a young man of Aristocrat birth. However, they're friendship developed and frozen over fairly quickly. 
Henrik appeared to have used Andersen just to get close Jonna Drewsen, whom was very close to Andersen. They two married.

Jackie Wullschlager insists that these two had an affair, which I'm unsure about, but the possibilities are endless.
Eventually, Lind breaks the news to Andersen, which he wasn't oblivious too in the first place, she see's him as a friend and nothing more.
Undoubtably, Andersen didn't help her see it any other way. Stating " may god see to it that her future husband makes her happy" You can't expect a woman to wooed by simply that. No!

Everyone around Andersen used him sentimental emotional reasons. Lind for emotional support, and Stampe, for a wife. It took quite awhile for Andersen to realize this, and once he did he left. This also appears to be Andersen MO, leave when things get complicated. Making him a cosmopolitan sort of fellow.---


But Wait! There's More?
Andersen is sort of a Quelle surprise. While you feel sorry for him, you try your hardest to understand him.
After carefully reviewing Andersen, I feel intrinsically close to what was known as a shell of a man, and heart of a boy. Andersen even noted in his well crafted biographies, and almanac in detail, exacerbated now and forever. With that he left behind puzzling homosexuality accusations. Which we'll explore in Part 2
Stay Tuned
Tell me what you think?

Amour Toujours 
Nailah D'arcy 
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Monday, June 30, 2014

My Lover & My Mistress, & my wife......................

Once again, I'm back here again
With you
Your note
And your pen-
I have no one to run to
You're the only one that knows my troubles.
Oh I know I trouble you. I once profess my love to you, and only you.
But if I give you a dime would you listen to my chime.
Oh please one last time!
Don't deny me. I would give you a second try.
I promise to leave and never come back this time-

Oh why, oh why
I took your advice. 
I went to my lovers, and told them outright. I read to them, what I wrote for them.
That you advised me last night.
I confessed!
I must recite my penance.

"To you my wife  I write this-
My love you've always had the upper hand
You  make all the commands
I play right into your hands
Although, I love you
I need another-
To fill the void and the imagery that I want to explore.
One who titillate my sentence, and validate my ploys.
I need two, no, but more to make me satiate my taste for more.

To you my adorable mistress-
Your oeuvre has won over me Misses. I wouldn't dare tell you her name, but I can tell you she's a poesy testy enchantress.
My laconic is now ubiquitous, now that I have spoken, and read this seductress.
You might even know her
You might even touched her
In a secret world, you may have fucked her.

To the one I recite this too
I promised myself only one
But then, I met you, and was swoon
Now who is to blame?
I wanted  you without shame, and now I sit in mourning of all I become and what I lost.
What a sadness coitus is put in use for.

You, my love, my wife I fooled you once, but I can't fool you twice
Your simple imagination with hearts.
And you my mistress, poetry you, oh my temptress
You, my darling, sitting next to me, in ink dapper in what's black, silver, and white-
You had me at first sight, heed my monotone slurred.
My doctor, my therapist, my concise, you soothe my mind, my conscious, and my licentiousness. Now what has become of this? 
Me? A hit, and a miss?
I thought I could you keep you all amidst!
How bad was I with this?

You want to know why I did this? Simple 
I'm a woman for a taste of this-
My lover is feisty, seductive, and voluptuous
My wife is allure, trusting, and colorless
My wife never suspects, no apprehension
She's jejune, She is inept and sometimes a delusionalist.
While my lovers sucks me in, and draws me in, and lives in my head.
Daring me, intoxicating me, teasing me, arouse me, surrounds me and covers me in my head
throughout the night
While my wife, only calms me, speaks sweet nothings and leaves me numb, yet dumb but fills my heart"
I need to more to life than this.
 Language speaks levels to me; 
It's never a hit, or miss with me.
While I implore this to you, my concise, do you have advice for a cheating minx?
Because I lost my prolific place, and I need a new mix!
By Nailah D'arcy 

Amour Toujours 
Nailah D'arcy 

*Note*
I have a feeling I have to explain this piece I wrote. My Lover & My Mistress, & my wife.
My wife resembles Love, my mistress is Poetry/Literature, and my Lover/Therapist is my is my concise. Metaphorically, these things shrouded my life at one time or another, and competely occupied all my time.

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Romantique Innocence By Nailah D'arcy