Ecce Homo!

-

There is a rumor that Cesare Borgia is the face we associate with Jesus of Nazereth, who is called the Christ.  However this got started, allow me to point out that all lean, strong men with beards in their late twenties look like Jesus.  And hey, nutcake, it's Alexander VI we're talking about.


Painting by Altobello Belone, c. 1520.  Supposed to be Cesare, he would have been dead for 14 years if this date is correct.  He had hands the size of a racoon's, going by this.  Also, the background may suggest a coming storm, but what are those two figures?


Portrait of Cesare Borgia after Bartolomeo Veneto, 1500s.  Yes, under different lights and with a change of costume this could be Christ before his arrest.  However, the sitter is wearing an expression of great delight and self confidence.


Pinturicchio, the young Cesare.  He is not wearing the red cap, and in appearance he seems about 14 here.  He did not become a bishop until he was a mature 15.
The one thing I have lots of experience at was being a young man.  The boy in this picture is contemplating murder and world domination, just take my word for it.  This sullen portrait shows the chrysalis of the man.  Cesare had many good qualities that would have made him an asset to any army.  His father, to say the least, did not hold him in check.
Cute kid, though.  He needs an electric guitar.


This excellent article puts paid to the Cesare/Jesus nonsense.  No point in me dragging the net for pre-Cesare portraits of Jesus when someone has already done such a good job.


Cesare Borgia, Dosso Dossi.  The Gambino's have nothing on the medieval popes.  As in the Pinturicchio painting, his eyes are cast down and to the left.  He probably did this while he was scheming, and what better way to beguile the tedium of standing still for a portrait?


Francis Arnaud as Cesare.  From The Borgias TV series.  Good casting.


Orson Welles in The Prince Of Foxes, and he sure shines in the role.  Orson was not always a fat joke, being quite handsome back in his day.


Mark Ryder as Cesare.  Borgia, a show I have not seen.


Sergio Peris-Mencheta as Cesare, Los Borgia.  Works for me!


This is my land now.  Defy my if you dare!


Tomorrow the world, from Prince of Foxes.


Dateline, Cesena, December 26 1502.  Duke Valentinois, Cesare Borgia, puts a brutal but loyal associate in charge of his new lands of the Romagna.  Ramiro de Lorca quickly earns the hatred and contempt of everyone there.  The day after Chrismas, the duke rides in and exclaims, 'I wanted my sheep shorn, not flayed'!  He even bothered to charge Ramiro with plotting against him, Cesare was nothing if not law abiding.*  He then executes Ramiro, puts his head on a pike, and displays the block, body and head in the town square.  Now beloved by his subjects, Cesare is the darling of the hour and no doubt jacked up the taxes at the same time.
Machiavelli, who is dumbstruck by admiration concerning this, states that Ramiro was cut in two pieces with a block of wood displayed next to him.  This is rather vague, so I am going with an executioner's block, I feel sure there was one handy, and a beheading.  He may have been cut in half, these Italians were most inventive when it came to capital punishment.  The block could also have been a sort of baton symbolizing justice and retribution, but that does not fit the Occam's Razor constant I like to keep to.
This incident is alluded to in Dune, when Baron Vladimir Harkonnen puts 'Beast' Rabban in charge of Arrakis, so that the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha can show up as the people's savior.  
 
*The law being, naturally, what Cesare said it was.
 

Cesare dreamed of carving out a kingdom for himself in the Romagna and damn near pulled it off, the death of his father could not have come at a more inopportune time for him.  Escaping prison, he made his way to Spain and was killed when he attacked twenty mounted men by himself after accounting for 4 of them.  He was a fantastic athlete, a great warrior, and a very able ruler.  He was cruel on occasion, and tried to kill his sister's husband in front of the pope.  Later he had him strangled, and made no bones about it.  If he didn't kill his own brother he was certainly delighted with Juan's death.  He contracted syphilis, new to Europe, and at that time the disease was horribly virulent.  In spite of frequent attacks, he continued to behead bulls with one stroke and engage in boxing and wrestling matches with peasant champions.  The king of France made him the Duke of Valentinois, or Duke Valentine.  'Aut Ceasar Aut Nihil' translates as 'Ceasar or Nothing'.


A Glass Of Wine With Cesare Borgia, John Collier.  1893.

That story about the Borgia's poisoning all and sundry is complete nonsense.  Poison wasn't Cesare's style, he preferred extreme violence and treachery.  Lucrezia is one of the most slandered women in history, she was a very kind person who was caught up in political games and was used as a dynastic pawn.


Cesare's parade sword, given to him by his doting father, Pope Alexander VI, when Cesare became gonfalionere of the papal armies i.e. the general in chief.  This sword is a cinquedea, meaning that the base of the sword is five fingers in width.  Terribly useful to have during misunderstandings in Italy.
 

Cesare Borgia leaving the Vatican after his father's death, by Giuseppi Lorenzo Gatteri.  The men in the foreground have just looted the papal apartments, standard behavior following the death of a pope.

When his father died after a banquet where two other high ranking churchmen took violently ill, Cesare also fell very seriously sick.  Poison may be indicated.  Although Cesare was prepared for his dad's death, his illness prevented any action that would retrieve his position.  The biggest mistake of his life was instructing the cardinals he controlled to vote for Giuliano della Rovere, who immediately double crossed him and threw him into confinement.  The rest of his life would be spent in prison or combat.  Dead at 31.
Arrivederci, Cesare. 


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Two Angel Forms Were Seen To Glide

-
Image
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purred applause. Still had she gazed; but ’midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream; Their scaly armour’s Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw; A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat’s averse to fish? Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretch’d, again she bent, Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in. Eigh
Read more

Where In The World Is Billy D Bunny?

-
Image
''The plight of Davis Paul'' ''Dam you to Hades Billy! why are you setting fire to my Wardrobe with your Cigarette!!?''...you would hear on occasion some kind of verbal anger often from Davis - shouting out in abstract Frustration, 'just because Billy Thought Davis Pauls Clothes were lame'' oh yeah, Billy D was the Dude.........Davis put up with so much crap and nonsense from the rebellious Layabout - come would be antisocial super hero, ''the enabler''...Davis Paul was literally at the end of his tether..all those worrisome late nights... Davis would often shout at Billy, during one of Billy's Trash rampages, ''Aunt may never has this problem ever with peter parker !'' and then the rest of the time, Davis Paul wondering where Billy was? and what was Billy D up too? then after hours and hour of worrying,  Billy would just rock up - staggering through the Front door, Gladiator outfit on, covered
Read more

Two Sides Of The Same Coin

-
Image
 It was a lovely day in November.  At least Tom thought it was November, the air was crisp and cool and it felt Novemberish.  There were no calenders here, while he had a clock he rarely looked at it.  He never had to be anywhere at any particular time in any event, when he had to be somewhere he always showed up on time, if that's the word for it.  Anyway, it was a nice Fall day. Tom stood on his porch that surrounded the small field stone house, he could see and smell the smoke from his neighbor's fires, someone was cooking fish and the big cat was salivating.  Since he had had his coffee he wasn't hungry, but the fish really smelled enticing.  Odd, he thought, I haven't had meat since I got here.  When did I get here?  he thought to himself, I don't remember.  Maybe someplace in town sold meat, although he had never seen such a shop.  It didn't matter, what with the bread and potatoes and butter and honey he was never hungry.  Tom lit a cigarette
Read more