
vandag in 1512 het Michealangelo die ceiling van die Sistene Chapel klaar geverf.
(Hy het in 1508 begin)
kan net dink hoe seer sy skouers moes gewees het -ek sukkel na ek gordyne gehang het.
dis hoe hy dit beskryf het:
“
Here like a cat in a Lombardy sewer! Swelter and toil!
With my neck puffed out like a pigeon,
belly hanging like an empty sack,
beard pointing at the ceiling, and my brain
fallen backwards in my head!
Breastbone bulging like a harpy’s
and my face, from drips and droplets,
patterned like a marble pavement.
Ribs are poking in my guts; the only way
to counterweight my shoulders is to stick
my butt out. Don’t know where my feet are-
they’re just dancing by themselves!
In front I’ve sagged and stretched; behind,
my back is tauter than an archer’s bow!
”
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