Rome, Day 11

I have some impulse to assist. Noblesse oblige? It manifest in my English language, lecture forum in Moscow, and just now helping a complete stranger sitting beside me on a bench in this park (Fonrana Carioli) to find a way to open his Heineken — on a pointed metal design on the fence railing around this park .

And yet I have a current state of being almost undermined by my aloneliness — near perpetual– not diminished by the lack of replies from two scholarly strangers I wrote hoping for talk. Yet that too, is a part of my “Rome”. Byronic? Goethe found artistic companionship, Luther, if only retrospectively, found disgust at what he saw around him. I will try to learn of Emerson’s experiences,… Twain? Sir Richard Burton?

Perhaps my insides are as noble and isolated, also ravaged and old, as many of the ruins I see.., and I came to Rome to view. As outside inside.

I intend to go to the Stanza della Segnatura again this evening, as I was told that there are far fewer people on Saturday nights, and this is the rare time of year when they are open until 10:30. Apparently, in spite of detailed studies that I wanted, many of the figures in both The Disputation* of the Holy Sacrament, and The School of Athens are uncertain and disputed.

*Even that “disputation” is a mistranslation, misconception. That it’s ideas are not in dispute.

If there are too many tourists in Rome, I also must endure being too alone. Perpetually. If Rome was fated to fall, I seem to be fated to bear myself, to suf-fer, alone.

Tired of hiding… But how inpolitic will that be?

The woman posing for the photographer, in obviously her wedding dress, seemed to imagine one needed appear thuggish in dispositions.

Or how few is this story a part of the Earth electromyography?

Is the painting the battle of Milvio bridge only for the popes. What kind of grand aesthetic entertainment? Or is there some ontology of accomplishment in this painting?

School of Athens is more important as a work of art then a painting a Philosophy. One might ask what degree it was intended for the future to see. like me and the other people in this less-crowded evening Room of the Segnatura.

This too, must be surpassed in understanding.

Sistine Chapel. Saturday evening. Ideas are higher than this highest art.

The incorporation of Imperial Belief

I stayed in the Sistine chapel until I need not return again

The Rome of the Romantics was excavated away.