-haunting noises-

My name is Benedetto d'Azzone dei Brancacci. I'm the last dry leaf of a fallen branch of a great Florentine family tree. My father is a drunken penniless disgrace, and my mother paid with her life for the sin of bringing me into this world. The brothers of Santa Maria Novella were my only hope for a life off the streets and so there I went: now I can read, I can write, I am mad with love for a world I have been kept separate from, mad with thirst for knowledge and beauty - and I fear my madness has now forever severed me from ever hearing the voice of God. This is no place for me. I'm escaping this narrative.

#You guys are really cool but oh man #there goes the monkblogging thing :(#sorry guys!#you know my main blog if you wanna find me (or block me??)

Yeah, I'm noping out too in a much less poetic way! (nice prose though) The Florentines have left the monastery! Ciao Bitches!

#I hope one day I have many friends like this #It would be less lonely #they would not scream when I tried to greet them

[found among the helpless young Florentine’s scattered papers….]

un’aspra luce pallida e strana

illumina le lacrime e i frammenti

che cadono dal ciel de’ miei tormenti

ferendo la mia anima profana.

Or’ raggelato da un vento forte

cammino solo tra i pensieri sparsi

per seppellir i bei sogni scomparsi -

e cado nel terrore della morte.

o ciel nebbioso, numi spïetati!

ridatemi il sole per offrirmi

serenità, di cui non son più degno.

anima mia, se mercé non concedi,

or’ tieni ‘l coltellin con cui ferirmi

ove Amor superbo ha ‘l suo regno.

#bars #🔥

j0celynh0rr0r

Ghosts in flesh suits

#I watched.

[Blows over a stack of parchment]

Awoken again from my ghostly rest

The air grows cold once again with my breath

May my presence strike a chill in thy breast

i... i think i heard someone in the crypt

boo.

AAAAGH- *kheugh* aaagh! *cough* *ghe*

w-who is here?? Show yourself! *cough*

The 'self' you speak of has since rot away Leaving me to exist as a mere restless soul While in a tomb my body lays.

So come closer, you, with the hair blond and bowled

I'll offer you favours, secrets, riches Perhaps in exchange, you can help free my soul

*cough* *cough*

who are you! Devil, t-trying to strike fear in me?

*wheese* *cough*

[frantically searches for the door behind him, trying to open it as fast as he can]

#perhaps this sounds more threatening than I intended...#i won't hurt you #probably

You may try to run and flee if you are so bold

but you shall never be free of me

it is so cold in the pigpen… and the pigs are agitated. i know not what troubles them, this is not how they normally behave in the cold.

perhaps they simply prefer me now

not possible, and it is unseasonably warm in the rest of the monastery. i have just checked the pigpen for drafts and found none… something is definitely strange. aside from your behavior, i mean.

'tis the Florentinian's fault, talking about plato and old gods and such thoroughly unmodern things.....roping thou into speaking ill of me!........ i just want to..... to..................pull on hise orange hair!! and bite him!!!!!!! now he carry's around this diary of a long-dead italian brother!! preposterous. ridiculous. this is a house of god !!

[conveniently appears casually walking around the corner, was not eavesdropping at all.] thought you said you were a lover not a hater, Frenchie.

thou seem to be proving that i can certainly be both!! but thou wouldst know about artificial separation's and false dichotomies, wouldn't thou................ at any RATE i was conversing with mine brother and also these HOGS, so, if thou shall excuse us,

Well of course, darling. Wouldn’t want to impose on you in your own house, carry on.

MUST THOU ALWAYS HAVE THE LAST WORD!!!!

[smirk, hair flip] well, if you insist, i’d simply love to.

…must you do this in front of the swine? and in front of ME?

[innocent look] Oh, did one of the swine aside from Carlo have a counter-argument to postulate? 😇

i’ve had enough of this. you know what?

(presses a large glob of mud into his hair)

oink oink, you italian son of a bitch!

O CHRIST!!! BROTHER AETHELSTAN

YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO EVEN SPEAK TO MY BROTHERS! RETURN TO YOUR POETRY AND KEEP YOUR GOD-DAMNED HERETICAL MOUTH CLOSED, BEFORE I CLOSE IT MYSELF.

How dare you speak to my countryman in such a way

You may not see my face, but take this as a warning

You have made an enemy, and for this, you shall pay

who the hell are you? your presence is making the pigpen cold and the pigs uncomfortable, and your “poem” doesn’t rhyme. get out.

What do you even mean?

It literally rhymes

It's terza rima... you peen.

i don’t CAREEE. get out of the PIGPENNN

Nuh uh, not unless you say please

I request.

FINE. PLEASE get out of the pigpen.

Also please Apologize to brother Laetus

And your pigs will no longer freeze.

it is so cold in the pigpen… and the pigs are agitated. i know not what troubles them, this is not how they normally behave in the cold.

perhaps they simply prefer me now

not possible, and it is unseasonably warm in the rest of the monastery. i have just checked the pigpen for drafts and found none… something is definitely strange. aside from your behavior, i mean.

'tis the Florentinian's fault, talking about plato and old gods and such thoroughly unmodern things.....roping thou into speaking ill of me!........ i just want to..... to..................pull on hise orange hair!! and bite him!!!!!!! now he carry's around this diary of a long-dead italian brother!! preposterous. ridiculous. this is a house of god !!

[conveniently appears casually walking around the corner, was not eavesdropping at all.] thought you said you were a lover not a hater, Frenchie.

thou seem to be proving that i can certainly be both!! but thou wouldst know about artificial separation's and false dichotomies, wouldn't thou................ at any RATE i was conversing with mine brother and also these HOGS, so, if thou shall excuse us,

Well of course, darling. Wouldn’t want to impose on you in your own house, carry on.

MUST THOU ALWAYS HAVE THE LAST WORD!!!!

[smirk, hair flip] well, if you insist, i’d simply love to.

…must you do this in front of the swine? and in front of ME?

[innocent look] Oh, did one of the swine aside from Carlo have a counter-argument to postulate? 😇

i’ve had enough of this. you know what?

(presses a large glob of mud into his hair)

oink oink, you italian son of a bitch!

O CHRIST!!! BROTHER AETHELSTAN

YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO EVEN SPEAK TO MY BROTHERS! RETURN TO YOUR POETRY AND KEEP YOUR GOD-DAMNED HERETICAL MOUTH CLOSED, BEFORE I CLOSE IT MYSELF.

How dare you speak to my countryman in such a way

You may not see my face, but take this as a warning

You have made an enemy, and for this, you shall pay

who the hell are you? your presence is making the pigpen cold and the pigs uncomfortable, and your “poem” doesn’t rhyme. get out.

What do you even mean?

It literally rhymes

It's terza rima... you peen.

i don’t CAREEE. get out of the PIGPENNN

#request rhymes with unless!#I care not what you say!#If i say it rhymes it rhymes!

Nuh uh, not unless you say please

I request.

it is so cold in the pigpen… and the pigs are agitated. i know not what troubles them, this is not how they normally behave in the cold.

perhaps they simply prefer me now

not possible, and it is unseasonably warm in the rest of the monastery. i have just checked the pigpen for drafts and found none… something is definitely strange. aside from your behavior, i mean.

'tis the Florentinian's fault, talking about plato and old gods and such thoroughly unmodern things.....roping thou into speaking ill of me!........ i just want to..... to..................pull on hise orange hair!! and bite him!!!!!!! now he carry's around this diary of a long-dead italian brother!! preposterous. ridiculous. this is a house of god !!

[conveniently appears casually walking around the corner, was not eavesdropping at all.] thought you said you were a lover not a hater, Frenchie.

thou seem to be proving that i can certainly be both!! but thou wouldst know about artificial separation's and false dichotomies, wouldn't thou................ at any RATE i was conversing with mine brother and also these HOGS, so, if thou shall excuse us,

Well of course, darling. Wouldn’t want to impose on you in your own house, carry on.

MUST THOU ALWAYS HAVE THE LAST WORD!!!!

[smirk, hair flip] well, if you insist, i’d simply love to.

…must you do this in front of the swine? and in front of ME?

[innocent look] Oh, did one of the swine aside from Carlo have a counter-argument to postulate? 😇

i’ve had enough of this. you know what?

(presses a large glob of mud into his hair)

oink oink, you italian son of a bitch!

O CHRIST!!! BROTHER AETHELSTAN

YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO EVEN SPEAK TO MY BROTHERS! RETURN TO YOUR POETRY AND KEEP YOUR GOD-DAMNED HERETICAL MOUTH CLOSED, BEFORE I CLOSE IT MYSELF.

How dare you speak to my countryman in such a way

You may not see my face, but take this as a warning

You have made an enemy, and for this, you shall pay

who the hell are you? your presence is making the pigpen cold and the pigs uncomfortable, and your “poem” doesn’t rhyme. get out.

#Look it up in one of the many books kept in the back of the scriptorium

What do you even mean?

It literally rhymes

It's terza rima... you peen.

it is so cold in the pigpen… and the pigs are agitated. i know not what troubles them, this is not how they normally behave in the cold.

perhaps they simply prefer me now

not possible, and it is unseasonably warm in the rest of the monastery. i have just checked the pigpen for drafts and found none… something is definitely strange. aside from your behavior, i mean.

'tis the Florentinian's fault, talking about plato and old gods and such thoroughly unmodern things.....roping thou into speaking ill of me!........ i just want to..... to..................pull on hise orange hair!! and bite him!!!!!!! now he carry's around this diary of a long-dead italian brother!! preposterous. ridiculous. this is a house of god !!

[conveniently appears casually walking around the corner, was not eavesdropping at all.] thought you said you were a lover not a hater, Frenchie.

thou seem to be proving that i can certainly be both!! but thou wouldst know about artificial separation's and false dichotomies, wouldn't thou................ at any RATE i was conversing with mine brother and also these HOGS, so, if thou shall excuse us,

Well of course, darling. Wouldn’t want to impose on you in your own house, carry on.

MUST THOU ALWAYS HAVE THE LAST WORD!!!!

[smirk, hair flip] well, if you insist, i’d simply love to.

…must you do this in front of the swine? and in front of ME?

[innocent look] Oh, did one of the swine aside from Carlo have a counter-argument to postulate? 😇

i’ve had enough of this. you know what?

(presses a large glob of mud into his hair)

oink oink, you italian son of a bitch!

O CHRIST!!! BROTHER AETHELSTAN

YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO EVEN SPEAK TO MY BROTHERS! RETURN TO YOUR POETRY AND KEEP YOUR GOD-DAMNED HERETICAL MOUTH CLOSED, BEFORE I CLOSE IT MYSELF.

#laetus gets special ghost privileges #daje firenze

How dare you speak to my countryman in such a way

You may not see my face, but take this as a warning

You have made an enemy, and for this, you shall pay

[Blows over a stack of parchment]

Awoken again from my ghostly rest

The air grows cold once again with my breath

May my presence strike a chill in thy breast

i... i think i heard someone in the crypt

boo.

AAAAGH- *kheugh* aaagh! *cough* *ghe*

w-who is here?? Show yourself! *cough*

#Pleeeease #I won't bite #probably

The 'self' you speak of has since rot away Leaving me to exist as a mere restless soul While in a tomb my body lays.

So come closer, you, with the hair blond and bowled

I'll offer you favours, secrets, riches Perhaps in exchange, you can help free my soul

[Blows over a stack of parchment]

Awoken again from my ghostly rest

The air grows cold once again with my breath

May my presence strike a chill in thy breast

i... i think i heard someone in the crypt

boo.

monkbrother-thomas

WHO HATH MADE A DRAWING OF A COCK AND BOLLOCKS OUT OF MY HERBS

OoOOOOOoooo

Twas I

oooooooOOo

[rummaging around in the tragically neglected Classics section of the library, wishing Poggio Bracciolini would respond to his fan mail already, young and eager naive Laetus suddenly comes across....a curious tome.] What - IS THIS IN THE TUSCAN VERNACULAR?!!? [swoons with happiness and homesickness mixed together.] What a magnificent little book....oh, the beautiful leather binding just like from my favorite shop back home... It's a diary....oh, his name is on the front page - who were you, my long-lost countryman? What brought you too to this desolate exile? [gets weepy, traces fingertips over the name]. Filippo di Caprotto dei Caprotti... oh, my invisible and unknown friend.... [the diary is full of sketches, odd little poems, mysterious-looking.....incantations? Completely carelessly, thinking only of the bittersweet joy of connecting in some way with the memory of an unknown countryman, Laetus sits down and begins to read....aloud....]