Re: & I was about 2 post: "SM = Reincarnation of Lorenzo the Magnificent"

All my life I've been into reincarnation, but from time to time I'm on more or less of a reincarnation jag. Currently, there's a lot of reincarnation stuff spinning about my field of encounter. This means I'm in a more-than-riper state of seeing patterns in things, physical similarities in people (historical pictures to contemporary pictures), and in some cases reading things that spur these connections, or even more intense, dreams of wildly different historic periods with seeming hieroglyphs if you will, of suggestion and meaning, left for me to decipher even as they melt away to the ephemera from which they arose.

While all that seems may sound, uh, super serious, it's actually felt and experienced rather fleetingly and so is apprehended in my perceptive space without any large degree of attachment, sort of like...maybe impressionism, or jazz, or fuzzy photographs, or empty full daydreams — staring into space and then awakening to some mundane task.

In other words, even as I say something I have no expectation of it being taken as absolute truth since it's too far from ordinary experience at any time but even worse in our cynical and materialistic age.

So take it as you will.

Anyway, there I was reading this book I'm reading right now, Death In Florence: The Medici, Savonarola, and the Battle for the Soul of a Renaissance City, which has as one of its central figure one Lorenzo the Magnificent.

And I'm not saying so much that I was like, with any real conviction, feeling/thinking and now saying that SM IS the reincarnation of LtheM, more like being in this perceptual state that I'm in from time to time, it at least fit the general air of that state of mind that emerges in me, and as such some striking similarities arose and involuntary imagery supplied the rest.

I won't go into all of the moments as I saw it/see it but this one set of passages struck out in particular.

You see, LtheM, who lived 1449 to 1492, was known as a pretty badass Lyre player with amazing finger dexterity and was considered an unusually gifted poet, particularly given his relative degree of affluence (not arising from, say, a more obvious mode of suffering/struggle), and especially his more pressing duties in being a totally winsome diplomat through Italy during a time when the major cities were at odds with one another. He could always charm his way into and out of situations. And even though he reputedly had a pretty pronounced hook nose, he apparently was considered to have good looks because his personality shone through.

Of course, as a Medici he was both patron to and pals with some of the greatest artist and philosophers of the period — Fra Fillipo Lippi, Donatello, Botticelli, Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Ficino etc...

And Lorenzo's mother Lucrezia was a poetess and hung with lots of artists, and her poetry really influenced him.

But anyway, as  i said, this one set of passages really captured my imagination, being a particularly striking description for the 15th century:

"Of similar impact was Lucrezia's impact on the youthful Lorenzo, who quickly began displaying precocious brilliance in a variety of fields ranging from classical literature to horse riding. He was also said to have had an exceptional singing voice, accompanying himself on the lyre."*

— Lorenzo also eschewed writing in scholarly Latin even though he had well mastered it, preferring instead the rarity of writing his poetry and song in the local Tuscan dialect —

"...right from the start Lorenzo's poetry would exhibit a curious schizophrenic tendency: On the one hand, it would be infused with the seriousness and intensity of feeling exhibited by his mother's verse, whilst on other occasions it would be characterized by a bawdy wit and levity suitable for the public carnivals in which it appeared. Indeed, Lorenzo's verse exhibited the same duality that seemed to permeate his entire character. The precocious young scholar who wrote flawless poetry was also the boisterous player of calicio storico the rough-house early version of football in which Florentine boys used to let off steam. Likewise, the intense youth who participated in the high-minded debates on Platonic idealism at the Palazzo Medici was also the rascal who delighted in roaming the streets at night with his pals chanting bawdy verses, or in winter throwing snowballs up at the windows of the local girls. And as Machiavelli noted, this childish element would remain a part of his character throughout his life: 'to see him pass in a moment from his serious self to his exuberant self was to see in him two quite distinct personalities joined as if by some impossible bond.'"

*"Several first-hand sources attest to this talent. However, the mature Lorenzo was known to have a flattened nose, with no sense of smell, and a curiously high-pitched nasal voice. This discrepancy has been ascribed to a riding accident, perhaps in the course of jousting, which may have occurred some time during his teenage years."

And that was the thread that I was going to post before the board took a detour into one-line wonders.