Showing posts with label persona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label persona. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Persona Challenge

So while scoping out my new kingdom I saw that they have a Persona Challenge happening. As some folks know Persona Research is something I love to do. It's not much as I didn't want to dive in to deep with the move coming up so fast putting a lot on my plate but I am glad I took it on. The challenge: To encourage all to explore their personas this challenge is to write a brief overview of your persona and include five historical facts with sources cited. It's not my best work but I thought I would give it a whirl.


Magdalena Lucia Ramberti [i]was born Oct 16 1551 to Helena and Nicolo da Canal, the 3rd surviving child of 5 pregnancies. Her mother a retired courtesan saved her money to have a good dowry so she could marry a gentleman who was rising among Pietro Lando’s [ii] household. Her two older brothers Domenico and Luca grew up to serve the mother church. Domenico become an honored solider in the church's Army and Lucca became a priest and traveled to raise money for the church's coffer's.
At age twelve Magda's father succumbed to sickness. With her son's gone Helena had to turn to the one trade she knew, to support herself and her daughter. With the dowry wars raging she knew she could never afford to marry Magda well[iii]. She began teaching her daughter[iv] what it took to become a courtesan and Magda flourished at her lessons. Her mother introduced her to all the right people and reminding her to not fritter away her hard earned money. She also encouraged Magda to use the name of one of her clients instead of the common Da Canal so she could move in higher circles[v].
Magda now lives in a lovely Casetta (small house) purchased by one of Magda's Patrons. It faces Rio d. Verona and Backs onto Calle Madona. One side of the casetta overlooks Rio di San Luca[vi]. It is a perfect location close to three large Churches and far enough away from the Grand Canal that her clients might come to her salon's without the distasteful looks of their wives.


[i] [Magdalena]: "Italian Renaissance Women's Names" by Rhian Lyth of Blackmoor Vale (http://heraldry.sca.org/heraldry/laurel/names/italian.html) lists this name as a feminine name from Florence dated to the 14th and 15th C. [Lucia]: "Italian Renaissance Women's Names" by Rhian Lyth of Blackmoor Vale (http://heraldry.sca.org/heraldry/laurel/names/italian.html) lists this name as a feminine name from Florence dated to the 14th and 15th C. [Ramberti]: "Italian Names from Imola, 1312" by Aryanhwy merch Catmael (http://www.ellipsis.cx/~liana/names/italian/imolafemalph.html)
[ii] Pietro Lando, Doge of Venice (1538–1545)
Setton, Kenneth M. The Papacy and the Levant, 1204-1571. Philadelphia: American Philosophical Society, 1976.
[iii] The dowry wars had grown to such an extreme that the price to be married became outrageous and out of reach for many middle and lower middle class women. Without marriage, income was limited, status difficult to come by and some women learned to use their minds and bodies for financial gain.
Brown, Patricia Fortini. Private Lives in Renaissance Venice: Art, Architecture, and the Family. New Haven: Yale University Press, 2004.
[iv] There are listings in the registry of Courtesans where a mother is listed as a courtesan and later she registers her daughter
Rosenthal, Margaret F. The Honest Courtesan: Veronica Franco, Citizen and Writer in Sixteenth-century Venice. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992.
[v] A common practice
Masson, Georgina. Courtesans of the Italian Renaissance. New York: St. Martin's Press, 1976.
[vi] Martin, John Jeffries. Venice Reconsidered the History and Civilization of an Italian City-state, 1297-1797. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 2000. 

terza rima


Lo my lord no more words! to deeds to actions!
Waste not one more line, not one more syllable
No odes to beauty to gain my attention

If it is love or lust you feel, be sinful
Attract with a touch and be rewarded
desire is not a time to be sensible

I can see it in your eyes you are tempted
to slip between the saintly and the bawdy
wishes to bend and entwine and be knotted

If you like I will say that you challenged me
And like a maid did try to resist thy chains
by skill alone I am yours loyally

My part is played now yours is all that remains
Come here and full of the most wicked desire
together we shall feel fire within our veins

Then to darkness fade until next we conspire


Dante Alighieri created this style and it is first seen in his Divine Comedy. Boccaccio and Petrarch soon followed, Thomas Wyatt and Geoffrey Chaucer brought terza rima into English poetry in the 14th century. Terza rima is a style of poetry written in three-line stanzas linked by end-rhymes patterned aba, bcb, cdc, ded, efe, and so on. There is no specified number of stanzas in this form, but poems written in terza rima usually end with a single line or a couplet rhyming with the middle line of the last stanza. The lines should be of the same length. There are no limits to the number of lines a poem composed in terza rima may have. Meter is not specified in terza rima, although many English poets use iambic pentameter.
Inspired by the poems of Italian Courtesan Veronica Franco, I wrote my own Tezra Rima. I used the hendecasyllabic (eleven-syllable) line common to Italian poetry and seen in the Divine Comedy. As my Italian isn't up to snuff yet I wrote it in English.

attempt at letter in persona

My dearest English lord,

It has been so long since you graced me with your loving glances and passionate words. Must I wait until the thaw to feel your arms around me again? Like Persephone I find myself dwelling in darkness longing for the spring to bring joy and light back into my world. Give me hope with promises you will find your way home to me. This winter has been too cruel, the void in my heart that only you can fill has brought a chill I cannot escape. I hold the memories of your laughter, wit and charm as they are the only things to bring a smile to my lips. I know our parting was not ideal and we found ourselves more married then lovers, but even then they are moments I cherish. The fire in my heart still burns for you, my nights are lonely and my thoughts are often of you. At the slightest word you would find me a slave to our love. As coy and wild as Artemis, As passionate as Aphrodite and as completely yours as the echos of my heart remind me that I am. With a word I would play the part of your dreams, cold and distant goddess, pliable maiden, wanton lover, obedient servant. Such roles are empty without you. Tell me you still think of me, that this pain is not just mine alone to bear. Be kind to me, do not have me wait for your reply to long.

Yours, body, heart and soul
Magdalena Lucia Ramberti
This 29th day of December
In Venice