OT. Your Super Hero Identity?

Baroque-Ken Wreckord

Costume- modern body armor made to look like Samurai battle armor

regular costume- blue jeans and T shirt made to look like regular clothing.

Music- last chorus from "St. Matthews Passion" by J.S. Bach, when doing super deeds.

- " Ill Tempered Clavier" by PDQ Bach when doing normal average guy stuff.

Super powers- ability to confuse opponents with obscure musical, movie, and other references that don't make sense to normal people. Put enemies off guard by advocating the use of arcane and outdated weapons.

Special defenses- ability to survive modern craziness by taking refuge in the beauty and goodness of the past(and present). rejecting ugliness by knowing what is not ugly. harping on a few themes that work, instead of always searching for new stuff.

bed time!

Tom
 
gravertom said:
Baroque-Ken Wreckord

Costume- modern body armor made to look like Samurai battle armor

regular costume- blue jeans and T shirt made to look like regular clothing.

Music- last chorus from "St. Matthews Passion" by J.S. Bach, when doing super deeds.

- " Ill Tempered Clavier" by PDQ Bach when doing normal average guy stuff.

Super powers- ability to confuse opponents with obscure musical, movie, and other references that don't make sense to normal people. Put enemies off guard by advocating the use of arcane and outdated weapons.

Special defenses- ability to survive modern craziness by taking refuge in the beauty and goodness of the past(and present). rejecting ugliness by knowing what is not ugly. harping on a few themes that work, instead of always searching for new stuff.

bed time!

Tom
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Reminds me of an EA Robinson poem. Maybe that should be your Super Name.

Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,

Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;

He wept that he was ever born,

And he had reasons.



Miniver loved the days of old

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;

The vision of a warrior bold

Would set him dancing.



Miniver sighed for what was not,

And dreamed, and rested from his labors;

He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,

And Priam's neighbors.



Minever mourned the ripe renown

That made so many a name so fragrant;

He mourned Romance, now on the town,

And Art, a vagrant.



Minever loved the Medici,

Albeit he had never seen one;

He would have sinned incessantly

Could he have been one.



Miniver cursed the commonplace

And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;

He missed the mediæval grace

Of iron clothing.



Miniver scorned the gold he sought,

But sore annoyed was he without it;

Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,

And thought about it.



Miniver Cheevy, born too late,

Scratched his head and kept on thinking;

Miniver coughed, and called it fate,

And kept on drinking.



E.A. Robinson
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Thanks for the poem Howard. Did I mention "Don Quixote" is one of my favorite novels? :D

Thankfully, I am learning contentment also, and am glad I was born!!

To bring the best of the past, and incorporate it into the present, where possible, is a noble pursuit also.

Tom
 
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