Hyperion Sturm and Rene Hunter …
Thank you Dan, it was a pleasure writing with you.

Notes From Afar

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

Oscar Wilde

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The sad cafe iv

A Love Story by Holly Hunter and Hyperion Sturm

She Doesn’t Speak French
By Holly Hunter

On sleepless nights
I stroll the left bank in black sequined heels
My eyelids are heavy with smoky glitter.
Among the art I find you
your essence pierces my veins
settles in the pool of my heart
soft lights flicker their last warning in the sad cafe where
like willows, we sway to long-forgotten love songs
then you are gone, a Modigliani reclining, never hearing
Je t’aime, the only French I know.

Five Years Earlier

Autumn leaves have begun to fall. Late October, London is ablaze in hues of orange and purple. On my bench, by the river, I daydream that I am an adolescent reptile escaped from Kafka’s Die Verwanlung, laid back…

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96 thoughts on “The Sad Cafe IV

  1. Rene, as we progress in this heartfelt story, I am reminded of many places and moments that have added up to a life well spent and I attribute that to my out of control emotions. To feel every thread of life can be a curse if one allows it. For me, it has been a sojourn that has left no flower untouched, no stone unturned, and no majestic vistas unappreciated. It’s hard work, but in the end it has fueled the imagination and creation of this story where you have been the world in which it was created. What a beautiful world it is where love’s pain is quietly endured to recapture the joy it was always meant to be in memory of the past and present life. As John Keats once wrote, a thing of beauty is a joy forever. Mlle. Holly and House of Heart is indeed that joy. Thank you, Dammit. 🤗

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    1. Ahh Dammit, now I’m all teary.
      Seriously, it’s a joy to read your writing Dan. You are truly insightful and inspiring, it’s an honor and pleasure to be able to contribute the smallest bit to intertwine with your stories that I know are based on the experiences of an adventurous past and the beauty, Hope, and reality of the present. The future is quite a blur for us all but you brighten the outlook and I’m grateful. 🤗

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          1. It’s dog early and dark, Dammit. Thankfully, I can see some blue skies starting to form. Getting ready to go for a hike on Monte Sano and see what the chipmunks and wildflowers are up to. Have a lovely early start to your weekend 🤗🌻

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          2. I have returned and have tree pictures and other magic to share. I’ll IG them for you. You may recall Monte Sano was a Park in Huntsville. One of the first Mountains in the chain that makes up the Smokey Mountains eventually. A nice place close by to commune with nature.

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          3. I would love to see that house. There is one house in Twickenham district going into the mountains where Monte Sano Park is that a local architect believes is a FL Wright designed home. It’s privately owned so we don’t get to go on a tour. Darn. I think those critters were newly hatched stink bugs. They turn dark brown and gray when they mature. We’re over run with them.

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          4. I’ll inquire about it. I can always drive by and gawk and take a picture. They don’t really have to take me in and feed me…unless they want to. 😋. You’ll need to double up on the deodorant if you let those stink bugs hitch hike on you. They are impervious to bug spray. But, dish soap ends their pungent career.

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          5. I’ll do just that. I’ll read one of my favorite HRH poems to them and tell them you said hello. I look at those bugs and it reminds me that nature’s art doesn’t always follow nature’s purpose.

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          6. Normally, I am a person of tradition, ritual, and respectful to history, but here is a thing that must change. We need leadership that unites us not political hacks and divisive media whose only purpose is to enforce their own skewed ideology over the wellbeing of the country and it’s citizens and guests. I certainly will support a return to noble effort founded in positive human virtues.

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          7. Well said. To most what is going on with this “president” is obvious. Of course there are those who are only concerned with their own agenda and willing to overlook corruption, hatred, divisiveness, lies, bullying , brutality, caging of children in the hopes of achieving their own goal of white supremacy, greed and power.

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          8. And this will not do. This isn’t what we were supposed to achieve when we set out to build a new nation on liberty, freedom, and justice for everyone. We have had a few centuries to get it right. Time to step up.

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          9. Another great story unfolding. I imagine it like getting the keys to the car for the first time, it’s a door opening into our own special Narnia full of inspiration and imagination. Nothing beats that clack clack clack of a story born or a poem birthed out of visions.

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  2. The Sad Cafe is really is a great project!
    I’m enjoying it, thoroughly.
    You poem is sultry, and just haunting enough, to take me into The Sad Cafe!

    I have a sitting Modigliani print beside my bed. In the closet beside it, are a pair of black sequin heels.
    xoxoxo

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    1. You are all set to visit the Sad Café. The first paragraph of this story is my original poem written a while back. So I’m this is basically my poetry interwoven in Dan’s story. He’s a fine teller of tales. Put on those sequin heels and join us at the sad Cafe. ❤️🥂

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  3. As long as there are people that care about the right things, the things that matter generationally, the things that elevate our humanity, we’ll be on the right path, hard as it may seem.

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