15 Mar 2010, 11:58 pm
Post anything related to the European Renaissance (15th-16th centuries).
Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci, c. 1503
David by Michelangelo, c. 1504
Birth of Venus by Boticelli, c. 1486
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16 Mar 2010, 12:01 am
16 Mar 2010, 4:12 am
Whenever I mention the Renaissance, I am usually referring to the period of artistic and intellectual growth in Europe during the 15th-16th centuries, not some obscure band that I have never heard of.
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16 Mar 2010, 4:17 am
I love the Mona Lisa. That's my most favourite piece of art, of all time. 
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16 Mar 2010, 4:17 am
just a random thoughtoid- do you ever have the feeling that you yourself in another lifetime waaayy back, have previously lived in that milieu? shirley maclaine and I/me both want to know.
16 Mar 2010, 2:45 pm
just a random thoughtoid- do you ever have the feeling that you yourself in another lifetime waaayy back, have previously lived in that milieu? shirley maclaine and I/me both want to know.
No, I can't say I have.
16 Mar 2010, 6:06 pm
Let's have some Petrarch. This is a translation of the first poem in Il Canzoniere.
You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,
of those sighs on which I fed my heart,
in my first vagrant youthfulness,
when I was partly other than I am,
I hope to find pity, and forgiveness,
for all the modes in which I talk and weep,
between vain hope and vain sadness,
in those who understand love through its trials.
Yet I see clearly now I have become
an old tale amongst all these people, so that
it often makes me ashamed of myself;
and shame is the fruit of my vanities,
and remorse, and the clearest knowledge
of how the world's delight is a brief dream.
16 Mar 2010, 6:28 pm
You who hear the sound, in scattered rhymes,
of those sighs on which I fed my heart,
in my first vagrant youthfulness,
when I was partly other than I am,
I hope to find pity, and forgiveness,
for all the modes in which I talk and weep,
between vain hope and vain sadness,
in those who understand love through its trials.
Yet I see clearly now I have become
an old tale amongst all these people, so that
it often makes me ashamed of myself;
and shame is the fruit of my vanities,
and remorse, and the clearest knowledge
of how the world's delight is a brief dream.
When was that poem written? And in what language?
16 Mar 2010, 6:46 pm
