Every week of quarantine so far...
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Every week of quarantine so far...
I just said ‘check your pigeonhole’ to someone and now I can’t stop thinking that it sounds like British slang for shut the f*** up.
Isolation day 11: Decided to watch True Crime mysteries alone in my room...now I have all the lights on even though it is still day time.
Whelp! People moving out means free books up for grabs. Doesn’t need more books...picks up 17 new ones...
Current status: Staring out the window at an empty city while eating Poptarts. I don’t even like Poptarts.
Jason: He died of natural causes
Dick: You pushed him off the roof!
Jason: Gravity is natural
This is a reminder to drink more water! Including myself!
Drink dat water kids! And teens! And adults. Even the elderly.
Drink your water
Okay but like this actually helped
Not only does dehydration lead to anxiety, it can cause you to be more easily confused, and don’t even talk to me about the discomfort of you let it get bad. Drink plenty of fluids friends
A Love Poem - CIL 04, 5296
Transcription:
Translation:
O, would that it be permitted to hold your delicate arms,
fastened around my neck, and to offer kisses to your tender lips.
Go now, darling, and trust your joys to the winds;
trust me, the nature of men is fickle.
Often while I lie awake in the middle of the night, lost in love,
I reflect on these things with myself: many are they whom Fortune has lifted up high;
and in the same way these, suddenly thrown down headlong, she now oppresses:
just as when Venus has unexpectedly joined the bodies of lovers,
daylight divides them, and (they?)…
Bibliography:
Milnor, Kristina. “Gender and Genre: The Case of CIL 4. 5296.” In Graffiti and the Literary Landscape in Roman Pompeii. 1st ed. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2014.
(The picture and transcription are taken from this source, p 198 and 209. There is obviously MUCH more scholarship on this, but Milnor is a good starting place.)
I’d recommend looking up Rebecca Benefiel if you want more information specifically about graffiti in domestic spaces.
Comments:
A beautiful love poem from one woman to another, neatly inscribed on the wall inside a house in Pompeii. There’s much to say about this poem, but I’ll keep it brief! There’s a lot of debate as to whether this was actually written by a woman, to a woman, and scholars sometimes bend over backwards to try to justify another explanation. But I (and many others) argue that it rejects the involvement of men both thematically and grammatically. The speaker does not seem interested in men’s “fickle nature.” The gender of the speaker can be determined by the perdita in line 4: a nominative, feminine perfect passive participle. The gender of the addressee is shown by pupula, a vocative, feminine noun (a diminutive term of endearment, literally meaning “little girl,” but probably more like “darling,” or maybe even “baby”?)
Please add your own translations, comments, and bibliography if you like!
Thanks to @ciceronian for the great request!
Brief Guide to Ancient Lyric Poets
Pindar: HORSES ARE COOL
Sappho: I’m gay and I’m in overwhelmingly strong love
Catullus: my friend did this thing that was dumb so I wrote a poem
Horace: morals! manliness! spring is here! we’re all going to die!
what people think cleopatra dressed like:
What Cleopatra actually dressed like:
Best cat of the day! 😂❤️
persephone is both an agrarian and chthonic goddess and scythes are both tools of the harvest and death itself and i think that’s beautiful…farming is about the seasonal cycle which is about death and rebirth which is about persephone’s endless katabases and her repeated cycle of funerals/weddings
Vintage Penguin Poets / Poetry