The swish of a brush
The splatter of blood.
we will miss it
Until it comes
When everything is gone
We will remember
The lasting love of
The Re-Birth.
Flowing together
Everything is one.
The Renaissance
It's perfect.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
The Affects of the Renaissance
Most don't realize the affects of history. You get in your car, and go to the store. One day, a long time ago, a beat up Model T Ford made you a king. In the Renaissance, art practically formed. Now drawing is an every day art form that litters your papers and planner. So many things have changed, its almost like the human race came out of its shell as a whole.
Leonardo daVinci's inventions were so far ahead of his time, it would be like trying to build a zero-g chamber in the 1890's. He made a working model of a helicopter! So many modern day inventions are basically patents of renaissance era inventions. Why people din't invent electricity then still bewilders me, because they were so on-spot about so many other things.
While many other people don't realize how the renaissance depicts our everyday life, its nice to think, someone really smart worked hard for me to enjoy this. These people changed our lives, and whether or not they know it, we do.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Meaningless Slaughter
Decade after decade.
Wealthy family to wealthy family.
Coincide for power.
Its all meaningless.
Meaningless slaughter.
Lives lost.
Dangerous feats.
A clamor arises,
And the cynical wins.
The despot laughs,
We are indisposed,
Its just meaningless slaughter.
Right?
And the cynical wins.
The despot laughs,
We are indisposed,
Its just meaningless slaughter.
Right?
Abortions
As you probably already know, abortions are to take out a baby before born, and before cognitive functions start (thinking). Many abortions are for teens, some who don't want the pressure of having a child, and others who were raped, and never had a choice in the matter.
Many religious politicians, such as republicans or Tea Party members, speak out against abortions. They believe it is murder of young children, and the mother is heartless. What strikes me as funny is that most of the politicians are 65 year old men, who have lead a soft, unharmed life, and have no idea what it is like to have a child, or not have the financial support to raise a child.
Now I do not know the details of the bill that would ban abortions from Kansas, or to withdraw taxpayer money, but I do know choice is freedom. And isn't this a free country?
Many religious politicians, such as republicans or Tea Party members, speak out against abortions. They believe it is murder of young children, and the mother is heartless. What strikes me as funny is that most of the politicians are 65 year old men, who have lead a soft, unharmed life, and have no idea what it is like to have a child, or not have the financial support to raise a child.
Now I do not know the details of the bill that would ban abortions from Kansas, or to withdraw taxpayer money, but I do know choice is freedom. And isn't this a free country?
Monday, April 23, 2012
In the eyes of Clarice Orsini
Here I am. Sitting awaiting destiny. Maybe life was supposed to be great for me. But now I'm starting to reject that feeling. Why couldn't every one live in peace and harmony together? But of course not; this is the renaissance Catholic Church.
~~~
As I sat watching my newborn son in Lorenzo's arms, I got a feeling of protection, as if he was in danger. But that's crazy. We're well within the heavily guarded fortress of The Medici. I looked at my husband who had now become a great friend to me. I knew there we're assassination plots against him, even if he wants me in the dark. And it was almost Easter. The church was to busy for preparations to have assassins out and about. I must be paranoid.
~~~
I remember the day we got married. Which is good considering if I didn't, I would have problems. We said our vows under the dome in the Cathedral in Florence. I always had an eye for power, to which my Dad used full advantage. I felt uncomfortable around Lorenzo, knowing what he would become. My Dad naturally married me off to him as soon as possible.
~~~
As I walk into the Cathedral, on Easter, I get that sense of danger again. I hold my son closer, and shush my other children. We sit down in the front pew as always, and listen to the endless sermon. When it is finally over, and I feel as though I will fall from boredom, Giuliano nudges me discreetly. I snap out of the daze and accept my communion. Lorenzo and Giuliano get up next tho me and in a flash, the Pope himself has whipped out a knife from his belt. Before I can utter a scream, Giuliano is on the ground being stabbed. The hot blood splatters and I taste the crudeness on my tongue.I don't realize I'm screaming until I stop, and unhinge myself from Lorenzo. And I thought I was being paranoid.
~~~
Looking back I realize how lucky Lorenzo was. He barely escaped with his life, and felt mercy for those he had to inflict injury on. Surly seeing your beloved one hanging from the window of The Medici palace is frightening, but its a better, quicker death than seeing your brother stabbed 19 times. I have barely avoided death. Again.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
M7 Mistaken for a Griot
I love talking. The only thing that holds me back from dance is the no noise part. When I became serious about it, I had to do entire classes with out noise except for the teacher talking-not even music, all so we could learn to be silent. That was one thing about being in medieval Africa, you were praised for your voice. I was chattering to the locals about Islam, music, and some traditions when a little girl quietly tugged on my kente cloth robe. I looked down and she said "Are you a griot? Most people don't like to talk as much, except for me. I will be a griot someday, male or not"
I was so moved by her short inspirational speech that I answered-maybe to quickly- that I indeed was. She beamed and went to her mom, happy to retell the story. "Are you really a griot? You don't look like one. Tell a story, ma'am." He said, a little suspiciously, while staying respectful. Most women my age already had three kids in their day and age. I had remembered a story that my nanny had told me years ago, about the spider Anansi. The specific story was about how he turned an ear of corn into 100 slaves. I didn't really like the story, but it was the only folktale I could remember. So I started....
"Anansi was one of God's chosen, and he lived in human form before he became a spider. One day he asked God for a simple ear of corn, promising that he would repay God with one hundred servants. God was always amused by the boastful and resourceful Anansi, and gave him the ear of corn." This reminded my of Rue, who was always a little on the boastful side.
"Anansi set out with the ear and came to a African village to rest. He told the chief of the village that he had a sacred ear of corn from God and needed both a place to sleep for the night and a safe place to keep the treasure. The chief treated Anansi as an honored guest and gave him a thatched-roof house to stay in, showing him a hiding place in the roof. During the night, while the entire village was fast asleep, Anansi took the corn and fed it to the chickens." What an awful thing to do, I thought silently.
"The next morning Anansi woke the village with his cries. "What happened to the sacred corn? Who stole it? Certainly God will bring great punishment on this village!" He made such a fuss that the villagers begged him to take a whole bushel of corn as a demonstration of their apologies. He then set down the road with the bushel of corn until it grew too heavy for him to carry. He then met a man on the road who had a chicken, and Anansi exchanged the corn for the chicken."
"When Anansi arrived at the next village, he asked for a place to stay and a safe place to keep the "sacred" chicken. In this new village, Anansi was again treated as an honored guest, a great feast was held in his honor, and he was shown a house to stay in and given a safe place for the chicken. During the night Anansi butchered the chicken and smeared its blood and feathers on the door of the chief's house. In the morning he woke everyone with his cries, "The sacred chicken has been killed! Surely God will destroy this village for allowing this to happen!" The frightened villagers begged Anansi to take ten of their finest sheep as a token of their sincere apology." He seems like a very unholy man to me.
"Anansi drove the sheep down the road until he came to a group of men carrying a corpse. He asked the men whose body they were carrying. The men answered that a traveler had died in their village and they were bearing the body home for a proper burial. Anansi then exchanged the sheep for the corpse and set out down the road. At the next village, Anansi told the people that the corpse was a son of God who was sleeping. He told them to be very quiet in order not to wake this important guest. The people in this village, too, held a great feast and treated Anansi as royalty.
When morning came, Anansi told the villagers that he was having a hard time waking the "son of God" from sleep, and he asked their help. They started by beating drums, and the visitor remained asleep." Then they banged pots and pans, but he was still "asleep." Then the villagers pounded on the visitor's chest, and he still didn't stir."
"All of a sudden, Anansi cried out, "You have killed him! You have killed a son of God! Oh, no! Certainly God will destroy this whole village, if not the entire world!" The terrified villagers then told Anansi that he could pick one hundred of their finest young men as slaves if only he would appeal to God to save them."
"So Anansi returned to God, having turned one ear of corn into one hundred slaves." I took a deep breath, slightly unsure of how I had remembered that. All of the children looked expectantly at me, waiting for more.
"Why was Anansi such a trickster? He didn't seem very holy to me," The little boy from before asked.
" I guess that's how some people get through life. Sometimes there's no such thing as magic." I answered with a sense of finality, reflecting on how I didn't want to go.
" I've never heard that story before. I really liked it." The little girl said. And I realized I'd just started the legacy of Anansi. Crazy how history works huh?
I was so moved by her short inspirational speech that I answered-maybe to quickly- that I indeed was. She beamed and went to her mom, happy to retell the story. "Are you really a griot? You don't look like one. Tell a story, ma'am." He said, a little suspiciously, while staying respectful. Most women my age already had three kids in their day and age. I had remembered a story that my nanny had told me years ago, about the spider Anansi. The specific story was about how he turned an ear of corn into 100 slaves. I didn't really like the story, but it was the only folktale I could remember. So I started....
"Anansi was one of God's chosen, and he lived in human form before he became a spider. One day he asked God for a simple ear of corn, promising that he would repay God with one hundred servants. God was always amused by the boastful and resourceful Anansi, and gave him the ear of corn." This reminded my of Rue, who was always a little on the boastful side.
"Anansi set out with the ear and came to a African village to rest. He told the chief of the village that he had a sacred ear of corn from God and needed both a place to sleep for the night and a safe place to keep the treasure. The chief treated Anansi as an honored guest and gave him a thatched-roof house to stay in, showing him a hiding place in the roof. During the night, while the entire village was fast asleep, Anansi took the corn and fed it to the chickens." What an awful thing to do, I thought silently.
"The next morning Anansi woke the village with his cries. "What happened to the sacred corn? Who stole it? Certainly God will bring great punishment on this village!" He made such a fuss that the villagers begged him to take a whole bushel of corn as a demonstration of their apologies. He then set down the road with the bushel of corn until it grew too heavy for him to carry. He then met a man on the road who had a chicken, and Anansi exchanged the corn for the chicken."
"When Anansi arrived at the next village, he asked for a place to stay and a safe place to keep the "sacred" chicken. In this new village, Anansi was again treated as an honored guest, a great feast was held in his honor, and he was shown a house to stay in and given a safe place for the chicken. During the night Anansi butchered the chicken and smeared its blood and feathers on the door of the chief's house. In the morning he woke everyone with his cries, "The sacred chicken has been killed! Surely God will destroy this village for allowing this to happen!" The frightened villagers begged Anansi to take ten of their finest sheep as a token of their sincere apology." He seems like a very unholy man to me.
"Anansi drove the sheep down the road until he came to a group of men carrying a corpse. He asked the men whose body they were carrying. The men answered that a traveler had died in their village and they were bearing the body home for a proper burial. Anansi then exchanged the sheep for the corpse and set out down the road. At the next village, Anansi told the people that the corpse was a son of God who was sleeping. He told them to be very quiet in order not to wake this important guest. The people in this village, too, held a great feast and treated Anansi as royalty.
When morning came, Anansi told the villagers that he was having a hard time waking the "son of God" from sleep, and he asked their help. They started by beating drums, and the visitor remained asleep." Then they banged pots and pans, but he was still "asleep." Then the villagers pounded on the visitor's chest, and he still didn't stir."
"All of a sudden, Anansi cried out, "You have killed him! You have killed a son of God! Oh, no! Certainly God will destroy this whole village, if not the entire world!" The terrified villagers then told Anansi that he could pick one hundred of their finest young men as slaves if only he would appeal to God to save them."
"So Anansi returned to God, having turned one ear of corn into one hundred slaves." I took a deep breath, slightly unsure of how I had remembered that. All of the children looked expectantly at me, waiting for more.
"Why was Anansi such a trickster? He didn't seem very holy to me," The little boy from before asked.
" I guess that's how some people get through life. Sometimes there's no such thing as magic." I answered with a sense of finality, reflecting on how I didn't want to go.
" I've never heard that story before. I really liked it." The little girl said. And I realized I'd just started the legacy of Anansi. Crazy how history works huh?
Friday, January 6, 2012
M5 The great city of Jenne-Jeno
West Africa was such a refreshing place. The refreshing sun shined into the refreshingly cool hut, surrounded by a circular wall that was 10 feet wide and 13 feet tall, that provided refreshing security. I stepped out into the overly warm sunlight of the African winter. Even in the winter its warm, about eighty degrees. I hugged my billowing cotton sarong around me trudged forward into the sand.
As I trudged up yo one of the merchants selling blue silk from Spain, I noticed someone approach behind me. "How much for a yard?" I asked the stand owner.
"Half an ounce of gold," He replied, his voice surprisingly young.
Suddenly the man behind me swung at me with a small knife, and my years of dance kicked into place. Adrenaline surged through me as I ducked and spun around to face him at the same time, then kicked him squarely in the jaw, unleashing my inner warrior princess. Panting, I left the stand at a run without saying anything. Most of the cities were very safe, but apparently a bandit was left uncaptured.
I stepped into an alley way between the mud brick huts, and regained myself. I really needed some food and material, so I turned around and went back to the market place.
"Back again, ma'dear? Most people who are almost jumped aren't seen for a while." He explained to me.
" I've always been known as a fighter, and I guess defense comes naturally. Plus my sister was always huge on being prepared for a fight. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't like fights, but she's big on being prepared."
" Where is she? You act like you haven't seen her in a while. Has she already been wed?"
" No, no. She is traveling like me, but sometimes I miss her so much... I guess I want to visit her. If I know where she is." I realized
"Well, how about you get some fresh fruit, and some of this silk, and for making polite conversation, I'll give it to you for half off."
"That is so nice of you. Thank you." I said. I turned on my heel with my goods in hand, and scurried to my refreshing hut, ready for a change in scenery.
As I trudged up yo one of the merchants selling blue silk from Spain, I noticed someone approach behind me. "How much for a yard?" I asked the stand owner.
"Half an ounce of gold," He replied, his voice surprisingly young.
Suddenly the man behind me swung at me with a small knife, and my years of dance kicked into place. Adrenaline surged through me as I ducked and spun around to face him at the same time, then kicked him squarely in the jaw, unleashing my inner warrior princess. Panting, I left the stand at a run without saying anything. Most of the cities were very safe, but apparently a bandit was left uncaptured.
I stepped into an alley way between the mud brick huts, and regained myself. I really needed some food and material, so I turned around and went back to the market place.
"Back again, ma'dear? Most people who are almost jumped aren't seen for a while." He explained to me.
" I've always been known as a fighter, and I guess defense comes naturally. Plus my sister was always huge on being prepared for a fight. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't like fights, but she's big on being prepared."
" Where is she? You act like you haven't seen her in a while. Has she already been wed?"
" No, no. She is traveling like me, but sometimes I miss her so much... I guess I want to visit her. If I know where she is." I realized
"Well, how about you get some fresh fruit, and some of this silk, and for making polite conversation, I'll give it to you for half off."
"That is so nice of you. Thank you." I said. I turned on my heel with my goods in hand, and scurried to my refreshing hut, ready for a change in scenery.
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