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Edited 8 time(s). Last edit at 02/16/2006 10:13AM by Veronika.

Beautifully sad!!

a good, clean description, well weighted by the end for questioning.

by the way 'frist' is an unusual way to spell 'first'

Peter

Thanks K. Q., Peter.

It's no good, if you can't eat it.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/18/2006 06:51AM by Veronika.

Joust a minute. Welcome to e-mule Veronika.


Les

Good Transaltion! Welcome to emule!

Thanks :-)

At first I had no idea what this poem was then trying to understand some of the words I searched the dictionary,but got nothing. So then I tryed google and I got a lesson as to what the Palio was. I learned and it was an interesting learn. I enjoyed this poem,but the last part was sad. Here is a part of article I found from a website. Thanks for the read and the lesson and once again welcome to emule.

The following paragraph was NOT written by me,but was provided to me by [www.premier.net] I had no permission in gaining this paragraph,but found it very vivid. I also read alot of everything else there. Which I provided the link for you all. Enjoy.

If you ever attend the Palio you'll never forget the excitement of the night before the race. The streets are bathed with soft golden light from hundreds of torches and lanterns. Groups of noisy Geese, Panthers and Tortoises flock by on their way to dinner for thousands: each contrada lays out rows and rows of 50-foot-long tables in its largest square, and local restauranteurs serve up huge bowls of pasta, gigantic platters of meat and legendary sides of vegetables. Approximately 25,000 Sienese will eat in the streets that night - so close and yet so far away from each other.

People will treat you like native Contrada. They will sit you down in the middle of a table and proceed to shout history at you as you munch on your fettuccine. It is a very special kind of history, the history of Il Palio. Everyone has a family anecdote, everyone has their own peculiar version of the facts, and with each ruby red pitcher of Chianti, the "discussion" gets more "animated." You will learn more about the workings of Il Palio than you probably know about the entire Roman Empire.

"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice

The Nolon, thank you for reading and commenting.

It's no good, if you can't eat it.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 08/18/2006 06:51AM by Veronika.

I like this vividly painted and attention to details.

Very descriptive and real, could almost smell the blood.

JP

Thank you, Debutant, JP. I was aiming at that.

All this talk about Rome, the conquerors and the vanquished - brought to mind this one - so figured I'd bump it (quite shamelessly).

Not shameless at all; this is wonderfully rich and decadent, Veronika.

They still hold chariot races in the town in which I was born, although not with chariots so fancy and full of pagentry as you are describing here; the ones I am used to seeing hardly even have seats and look like some sort of bicycle frame gone horribly wrong. Unfortunately horses do get injured and are still put to death almost every day in racing accidents, quiet often just from turning a hoof in churned up earth, breaking their leg. There are also however many more rescue farms around that are taking in such horses and nursing them back to health.

I hear in Ell's state of Colorado there are so many wild mustangs now that they are rounding up 300 a year and selling them off to the highest bidder to try and keep the population in check. I know somebody that is going to be buying one or two of those.



Brucefur

bump because Veronika was one of those poets who deleted all her beatiful, prpvocative poetry for whatever her reason was. But just search her name and you will find criticism of the highest calibre.