Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti, who passed away 448 years ago today, on the 18th of February, 1564, not long before his 89th birthday. [Before I forget to say, there was a pretty marvelous movie based upon the book, back in 1965 and knocked out was I when I saw it, I think at the old Midland Theatre in KC]
Years & years later I had occasion to go to Rome - hard to believe now, but I was there. Got lost, turned around in the Vatican, but I craned my neck to see that ceiling that gave him so much trouble. Saw his David, too, in Florence. Nearly got bitten by a sick-&-bloody-tired-of-all-these-lousy-tourists horse in the courtyard of the Uffizi. Made a point of going to the great man's tomb. Mastered my shyness enough to kneel down - very briefly - before it, because, my gosh, what a master. Maestro.
It's Martin Luther's deathday, too, not so by the by. In 1546,.when he was 62.
How's that for a pair of intense gents? What a great deal they must have had to talk about on the other side. I must have death on the brain, after all that exultant funeral this afternoon.... Well, God rest 'em all.