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newenglandfaerie · 6 months
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i don't know how to explain Vergil to people who haven't read him in latin. for one, the thing you have to understand is that he is one of the greatest poets of all time AND one of the most autistic writers of all time (and that isn't a small club; shout out to Emily Dickinson). he was shy and awkward and before he got famous practically reclusive, but this man could hyperfixate on writing poetry like nobody's business, and he was 100% going to tell you about his special interest in bee keeping (he was also exceptionally gay even by Roman standards).
he spent the last decade of his life working on the Aeneid, not because it took that long to write, but because he was incessantly tinkering with every single line to make it as perfect as possible, and when he realized he was going to die with a dozen or so lines still unresolved, he (supposedly) requested that it should be burned rather than published with imperfections.
the Aeneid is impressive as a work of literature even in translation, but when you read it in Latin, you see what he was doing with those ten years, because literally every line is a poem in its own right. you could write a short essay on any given line of the Aeneid, because he is doing interesting and meaningful stuff with Every Single Line. the Aeneid is not so much a poem as it is the grand sum of 9,896 tiny one-line poems all playing off of and subverting and reinforcing each other.
Vergil really was just built different, and there is a reason other writers have obsessed over him for the past two thousand years
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lionofchaeronea · 1 year
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Apollo in Love
Ovid, Metamorphoses I.512-524
“But ask after whom it is you please: I am no mountain-dweller, I’m no shepherd; I do not, hairy, keep watch here over herds And flocks. Rash one, you do not know, you do not, Whom you flee, and that is why you flee. The Delphic land obeys me, Claros too, And Tenedos, and the palace of Patara; Jupiter’s my father; through me’s revealed What will be, what has been, and what now is; Through me songs make their harmony with strings. My arrow’s sure, but there’s one arrow surer, Which has made a wound within my empty breast. Medicine’s my discovery, and I’m called Help-Bringer throughout the world – the power of herbs Has been set under me…alas for me, That love cannot be cured by any herbs, Nor are the arts that are a boon to all Any boon to him who is their lord!”
"Cui placeas, inquire tamen. Non incola montis, non ego sum pastor, non hic armenta gregesque horridus observo. Nescis, temeraria, nescis quem fugias, ideoque fugis. Mihi Delphica tellus et Claros et Tenedos Patareaque regia servit, Iuppiter est genitor; per me quod eritque fuitque estque patet; per me concordant carmina nervis. Certa quidem nostra est, nostra tamen una sagitta certior, in vacuo quae vulnera pectore fecit. Inventum medicina meum est, opiferque per orbem dicor, et herbarum subiecta potentia nobis: ei mihi, quod nullis amor est sanabilis herbis nec prosunt domino, quae prosunt omnibus, artes.”
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Apollo and Daphne, Piero del Pollaiolo, 1470s
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theoneandonlypigeon · 2 months
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difficilis facilis, iūcundus acerbus es īdem:
nec tēcum possum vīvere, nec sine tē.
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unbearable and agreeable, you are both pleasant and bitter in equal measure:
I can neither live with you, nor without you.
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bones-ivy-breath · 3 months
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Propertius 2.22A (tr. Peter Bing and Rip Cohen), from Games of Venus: An Anthology of Greek and Roman Erotic Verse from Sappho to Ovid
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The juxtaposition of carmen and crimen (Ars 1.34) draws attention to the close connection rather than distinction between the two. All the letters of crimen appear in CaRMINE, suggesting that sin is a major part of what Ovid sings.
Law and Love in Ovid: Courting Justice in the Age of Augustus, Ioannis Ziogas
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carnageandculture · 1 year
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Translated as:   Lament the lamentable, fear that which is to be feared, weep for that which is to be wept for, suffer the sufferable!
Carmina Burana
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girlcavalcanti · 1 year
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reblog if you find overly dramatic horny doomed hopeless dead poets extremely sexy
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stupendouswizard · 7 months
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"Poetae sunt saepe cum amore, sed pro te, ego madder quam poetarum"
"Poets are often mad with love, but for you, I'm madder than the poets"
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gennsoup · 9 months
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You are the bearing beam that props my ruins; If I'm still something, you have all my thanks; It's you who've seen that I'm not stripped and plundered By those who from my wreckage seek the planks.
Ovid, To His Wife
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alexjcrowley · 2 years
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Tag yourself "Ancient Rome main characters but it's just very violent personal attacks" - Pompeius-Ceasar Civil Wars edition + Cato The Elder because yes:
Marcus Tullius Cicero
you just can't shut the fuck up
that's lucky you're a silver tongue devil, though
always bringing up old merits
you love poetry, poetry just doesn't love you
somehow you always choose the worst side in any argument
you have a very unique way to tell a story- the way in which you look like the hero
I'm not saying you have a victimistic attitude, but-
Titus Pomponius Atticus
you may be pretty smart, and pretty kind, and very pretty, but you're constantly overshadowed by your more popular friends
you're the Benvolio of the group
can't you just, for once, pick a side in your life? Would it kill you?
I don't know what to tell you, bestie, there would be lots of things to tell, you're just not popular enough that people would actually know what I'm talking about
also stop giving your money away to your friends, I get it- you're a nice person, but they're going to drain you in the end
Cato Maior (Cato The Elder)
the grandpa friend
you just realized you're old and now you spend all your time hating on kids like 2 years younger than you saying stuff like all the new generations suck
Congratulations, you're a boomer on the inside
You didn't download tik tok because it's a matter of principle
🌌salty🌌
you complain about everything CAN YOU STOP COMPLAINING FOR FIVE MINUTES
People just turn off their attention when you talk for more than 5 minutes about how influencers ruined the world
Julius Caesar
you're a slut, both in a metaphorical and literal sense
you're competitive in a toxic way
you kin Regina George
you walk around like everybody wants to fuck you, both in a metaphorical and a literal sense
Main Character Syndrome alert
you think Patrick Bateman is a role model
Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus (or Pompey The Great)
if Julius Caesar is Regina George, you're Gretchen Wieners
No, no, no, better: you're Heather Duke
walking second place medal
you're rich, you're clever, you're ambitious, just not enough
honestly I'm so sorry, you're great, you're just severely underrated
you're into pirates? Historically speaking, you should be
Marcus Licinius Crassus
who needs a personality when you're rich?
that's all you're ever going to be to people: rich and privileged, and therefore hated with the fiery of a thousand suns
you post Instagram stories with bags with Chanel/Louis Vuitton/Gucci logo
you drink Starbucks. In 2022.
it doesn't matter whether you say you support or you don't support Bezos and Musk: wake up, honey, your entire lifestyle is a hymn to capitalism
Gaius Valerius Catullus
ah! simp
they're never going to call you back, you need to understand this
you can passive aggressive vague post about them how much you want, they're never going to care and you're just making yourself a laughingstock to anybody else
you loooooved the tumblr girl culture
odi et amo is NOT making you look deep and intellectual, use literally any other latin quotation for your status, I'm begging you
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abrighterspark · 5 days
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14. a reoccurring dream
i escape to a place in my mind / where reality meets fiction and my sight / is blurred and murred by a love of all things new / carpe diem with one hand / hold non omnia possumus omnes in the other / wrestle with the contradiction / of ever-changing change: it revolves and this evolves / dissolves / into solutions minus a problem / the dream? it didn't stay / but it returned / again
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virromanus · 30 days
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Latin Fairy Tales Series: 'Cinerellae'
Cinerella erat puella bona et misera, quae cum patre suo in magna domo habitabat. Pater eius duxit uxorem novam, quae duos filios habebat. Illa mulier maligna et filii eius crudeli erant erga Cinerellam. Eam in domo laborare iusserunt, ut ancilla.
Cinerella per diem multas labores patiebatur et per noctem in parvo cubiculo dormiebat, cinis in ore, unde nomen ei Cinerella.
Unum diem, rex magnus iubilum celebrabat. In omni regione, filii principum et nobilium ad festum invitabantur. Cinerella tristis erat, quod non poterat ire, et lachrimas fudit.
Subito, apparebat fata, quae Cinerellae pulchrum vestitum et calceos aureos dabat. "Hoc tibi dono," dixit, "sed ad festum reverti debes antequam media nox advenerit."
Cinerella gaudebat et ad festum properabat. Eius vestitus splendidus erat et calcei aurei fulgebant. Omnes mirabantur eam, nec cognoverunt eam propter pulchritudinem.
In festo, rex filium suum iubebat nuptias facere. Omnes puellae in spectaculo erant, sed rex non poterat reperire puellam, cuius pes calceus aureus aptus esset.
Tum Cinerella advenit et pedem suum ostendit. Calceus aureus ei erat aptus. Rex gavisus est et Cinerellam in uxorem duxit.
Cinerella regina facta est et multum felix vixit. Malus famulus et filii malitiosi eius familiam reliquerunt. Cinerella vero semper laeta et benigna mansit.
Finis
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cinematic-literature · 9 months
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L'amica geniale S03E01 (Sconcezze)
Book title: Odi ed epodi by Orazio
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bones-ivy-breath · 4 months
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Tibullus 2.4.21ff. (tr. Peter Bing and Rip Cohen), from Games of Venus: An Anthology of Greek and Roman Erotic Verse from Sappho to Ovid
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fallevs · 1 month
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Vivamus, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum severiorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus invidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
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Let us live, and love,
and the rumors of rather stern old men
let us value all at just one penny!
Suns may set and rise again;
for us, when once the brief light has set,
an eternal night must be slept.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thousand, then a second hundred,
then yet another thousand, then a hundred;
then, when we have performed many thousands,
we shall shake them into confusion,
in order that we might not know,
and in order not to let any evil person envy us,
when he knows that there are so many of our kisses.
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ivaspinoza · 1 month
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au revoir patagonia
I come from the heart of that ancient jungle, from this magical dangerous land where the sea meets the sand and the flowers got drowned. ¡Adiós, mi sur! I come from a place where women turn into jaguars and pink dolphins turn into men, they jump from the river and invite you to dance - only to steal a kiss under the full moon. Adiós... I come from where men can fight and never die because they learn how to love so soon. A land of opened skies and red dirt that stains the walls like blood would. The birds sing and we beat with our feet and clap to their tune. I come from a place where the buildings will never become cages, for our hearts are too wild to be fooled. We are not impressed by your jewels! The horses will still run free around the pampas, and the gauchos will drink their mate, refusing to bow down, refusing to die, singing their chants. Here thunderstorms will soothe every pain and every wound will be healed, under the warm sunlight, by the feet of our mountains, in the majestic amplitude. ¡Adiós, latinoamerica! Oh, dear south lands, your rivers engraved my heart as a treasure map so my tears will always look back to you. I hope you understand, I had to - I had to go, I'm sorry I flew as a condor when I opened my wings. Adios, mi sueño. Adeus! Au revoir! Au revoir et à bientôt, beauté latine.
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