Beware the Ides of March

A brief definition from Wikipedia:

"Caesar summoned the Senate to meet in the Pompey's Theater on the Ides of March, 44 BC for the purpose of reading a petition, written by the senators, asking him to hand power back to the Senate. According to the Greek biographer Plutarch, a few days before, the soothsayer Titus Vestricius Spurinna apparently warned Caesar, "Beware the Ides of March." Caesar disregarded the warning:
"The following story, too, is told by many. A certain seer warned Caesar to be on his guard against a great peril on the day of the month of March which the Romans call the Ides; and when the day had come and Caesar was on his way to the senate-house, he greeted the seer with a jest and said: "Well, the Ides of March are come," and the seer said to him softly: "Ay, they are come, but they are not gone." [2]
As the Senate convened, Caesar was attacked and stabbed to death by a group of senators who called themselves the Liberatores ("Liberators"); they justified their action on the grounds that they committed tyrannicide, not murder, and were preserving the Republic from Caesar's alleged monarchical ambitions."

So in a bizarre drunken discussion a few months back, a few friends and I decided to have a gathering of sorts on the Ides of March. It seemed as good as any other day back in January. Tonight we will have our own "Salon." A few close friends will gather and share an artistic piece of themselves with the group. This can be anything from a poem, to video art, to a poem... No holds barred... The intent is to stand up and share, allowing each of us to maybe get to know each other better, as well as a fun excuse to hang out and do something artistic together. You must simply share something you have created, and maybe even something that has inspired you. Think of this as our pre-burningman, artistic dip in the pool.
As new agey as it sounds: perhaps this will empower us to overthrow our own personal dictator we have inside, and be a little more open and free with our artistic selves. Et tu Zacki?