Metallman Update: Events, Games, GenCon, and More

Hey there.  It's been awhile since I last had a post.  I'm sorry, guys.  I haven't really been feeling well and I couldn't muster the energy to sit and write.  No worries though! I'm back and at full strength and wanted to give you guys a heads up on what's to come.  A few game reviews are coming, in written and podcast form, a few events that I'll be covering, and I received a press pass for a gaming convention!  How awesome is that?!  Ok... so let's get into the details.  Something tells me this is going to be a lengthy post!

Artz Painting - War

Hey there.  I want to show off a few more pieces of my comadre's artwork.  Check out this bad boy and the Aztec poem that inspired it.

WAR

There is nothing like death in war,
nothing like the flowery death

so precious to Him who gives life:

far off I see it:
my heart yearns for it!
-NEZAHUALCOYOTL-

Artwork by my Comadre, Artz

Hey there.   Last Saturday, we stopped by The House Lounge where my comadre was asked to showcase some of her artwork.  It was a neat experience, considering that other artists were there showcasing a similar style of artwork.  After touching base with her (and getting her permission to post her stuff) she told me that the paintings were actually inspired by Aztec poetry.  Interesting, no?  As she continues to produce artwork, I'll try to get her permission to post it here.  The below is my personal favorite so far.  Just below, is the poem that inspired it.  What do you guys think?  Later!

ALL THE EARTH IS A GRAVE

All the earth is a grave and nothing escapes it, 

nothing is so perfect 
that it does not descend to its tomb. 

Rivers, rivulets, fountains and 
waters flow, 

but never return to their joyful beginnings; 

anxiously 
they hasten on the vast realms of the rain god. 

As they widen their 
banks, they also fashion the sad urn of their burial.

Filled are the bowels of the earth with pestilential dust once flesh and bone, 

once animate bodies of man who sat upon thrones, 

decided cases, presided in council, commanded armies, 

conquered provinces, possessed treasure, destroyed temples, 

exulted in their pride, majesty, fortune, praise and power. 

Vanished are these glories, 

just as the fearful smoke vanishes that belches forth from the infernal fires of Popocatepetl. 

Nothing recalls them but the written page.
-NEZAHUALCOYOTL-