The app for independent voices
Renaissance Wo/men are fascinating, compelling. I’ve wondered how many might be in attendance at any given Renaissance Fair.
And have noticed a polymathmatic refrain running thru readings (which is as close as I’ve got to any of these rarified individuals) these jumping jack flash masters of multiple trades & that is the who-how of their bread & butter.
It was a left field revelation, about perhaps the example par excellence, to come across the master forger skills & status of Michelangelo.
That one of his forgeries was scammed to the Vatican - & was found out.
And the Cardinal’s response? He hired Michelangelo.
Birds of a feather … raptor birds. Somebody’s got to fly close air support ‘for’ the chicken coops.
Just did a search to refresh memory, here is a title/subtitle:
“Did Michelangelo Start His Career as an Art Forger?
His ability to create an accurate copy won him recognition.”
All’s well that ends well & especially if the court historians & journos suck up as is their specialist wont.
I did the goals-confession-catechism that most of us are born into, too.
But had to conclude the conclusion that aligns with the proverbial “If you want to make god/s laugh, tell him/them your plans.”
That life amongst the forgers of a feather is more like … poker. And that cards close to vest is best rhyme & reason.
Work. That’s all. Grinding. As it’s described in that poker movie, Rounders. Or as a bond pit trader I once knew called it “chiseling.”
Be here now? Because that’s all there is. Punches & counterpunches.
Here’s a good piece from David Mamet on poker: