Old Testament Wonders Part 1 – Creation – Sistine Chapel Michelangelo Buonarroti Sunrise Senior College March 14, 2013

Ceiling of the Sistine Chapel,

Separation of Light from Dark The Brazen Serpent The Hanging of Haman Libyan Sibyl Jonah

Creation of Sun, Moon, & Planets Gathering of the Waters Creation of Adam Creation of Eve Cumaean Sibyl Ezekiel

Fall of Adam and Eve Sacrifice of Noah Noah’s Flood Isaiah

Drunkenness of Noah Zechariah David and Goliath Judith and HolofernesSibyl of Delphi

Separation of Light from Darkness

Creation of Sun, Moon, and Planets

Gathering of the Waters (Separation of Land and Waters)

The Creation of Adam

Creation of Eve

The Fall of Adam and Eve

Sacrifice of Noah

Noah’s Flood

Drunkenness of Noah

Genesis 9:20-23 : Genesis 9:20-23 : In those days Noah became a farmer, and he made a vine-garden. 21 And he took of the wine of it and was overcome by drink; and he was uncovered in his tent. 22 And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw his father unclothed, and gave news of it to his two brothers outside. 23 And Shem and Japheth took a robe, and putting it on their backs went in with their faces turned away, and put it over their father so that they might not see him unclothed. In those days Noah became a farmer, and he made a vine-garden. 21 And he took of the wine of it and was overcome by drink; and he was uncovered in his tent. 22 And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw his father unclothed, and gave news of it to his two brothers outside. 23 And Shem and Japheth took a robe, and putting it on their backs went in with their faces turned away, and put it over their father so that they might not see him unclothed.

Michelangelo ( ) Poetry. Selections. On Work I’ve grown a goiter by dwelling in this den– As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy, Or in what other land they hap to be– Which drives the belly close beneath the chin; My beard turns up to heaven; my nape falls in, Fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly Grows like a harp: a rich embroidery Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin. My loins into my paunch like levers grind: My buttock like a crupper bears my weight; My feet unguided wander to and fro; In front my skin grows loose and long; behind, By bending it becomes more taut and strait; Crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: Whence false and quaint, I know, Must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; For ill can aim the gun that bends awry. Come then, Giovanni, try To succor my dead pictures and my fame, Since foul I fare and painting is my shame.

Michelangelo ( ) Poetry. Selections. On Work I’ve grown a goiter by dwelling in this den– As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy, Or in what other land they hap to be– Which drives the belly close beneath the chin; My beard turns up to heaven; my nape falls in, Fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly Grows like a harp: a rich embroidery Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin. My loins into my paunch like levers grind:

On Work (Cont’d) My buttock like a crupper bears my weight; My feet unguided wander to and fro; In front my skin grows loose and long; behind, By bending it becomes more taut and strait; Crosswise I strain me like a Syrian bow: Whence false and quaint, I know, Must be the fruit of squinting brain and eye; For ill can aim the gun that bends awry. Come then, Giovanni, try To succor my dead pictures and my fame, Since foul I fare and painting is my shame.