the last sunday in july.

y'know about the renaissance, yeah?
the rebirth of art and learning and culture and all that.
that whole stretch of time was spanned so damn freshly,
with some pretty F*d-up duders gettin' pretty F*n' F*-d up;
whilst managing to produce a prolific patch of progress,
and several museums worth of artistically exposed genital allegory.
those dudes got busy.
really busy, in fact.
and in between drunken homosexual orgies and swordfights,
they all still managed to live some pretty elaborate and full lives.
not that homosexual orgy swordfights aren't fulfilling, yall,
c'mon, obviously that much stabbin' is brutally battle bardsly...
the key was to be dope at a whole pile of stuff,
and therefore master multiple forms of hottness.
and that multiple-hottness mastery, over time , gave usage to the term
renaissance man.
which doesn't really apply to the rebirth of anything anymore,
or to duders who invent, write, and get syphilis either;
(with the exception of ben franklin)
it's just another 'nother other 'nother way of determining the just be dopeness.
because,
if you're doo-dooin' every single thing you have to, want to, and need to,
and it's all really happening as hard and fresh and loud as it can,
then,
it stands to reason that your standing as a worthy
real-life-living warrior of bold and fortunate flavor
is in assuredly mutha-uckin flippin' full efffect.
that's the truth.
you just gotta represent that renaissance resonance, ya'll.
i know i do a LOT of sh!t,
and i certainly like to think i'm better than just barely
fair-to-middling at more than most of it.
that may just be wishful thinking and conceited horn-blowing,
i mean, really, after all,
i haven't invented anything awesome or even gotten siphylis.....yet,
but i'm sure feelin' more like a swordfightin' arthur-maker these days.
me and my peoples have a lot going on over here;
impending homeownership (cross your fingers, ninjas),
and busy-as-F* tatzappin' weeks,
and a financial maelstrom of banks, checks, lenders and sellers,
and cooking and reading and writing.......
i could use a quick squeeze of rebirth, ya'll.
less naked, and wet, and pink, and helpless than the first one;
but rather a righteous reawakening of exactly what it is
that i actually LIKE about what i'm doing all the time.
renaissance man?
maybe not.
berserker bararian battle-beast?
time-spanning life-living warrior poet?
move-makin' money-takin' rump-shakin' flamboyant Folk Life founding father?
hell yeah, mutha-uckas.
just be dope at what you're doin';
never quiet, never soft.....