I hate and I love. You might ask why I do it. I do not know, but I feel it happen and I am crucified.
Catullus, poem 85

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I hate and I love. You might ask why I do it. I do not know, but I feel it happen and I am crucified.
Catullus, poem 85
Caution: to prevent electric shock do not remove cover. No user-serviceable parts inside. Refer servicing to qualified service personnel. Let this be the epitaph for my heart.
The Magnetic Fields, “Epitaph for My Heart”
Ah! gods and goddesses, what a night that was, how soft was the bed. We lay in a warm embrace and with kisses everywhere made exchange of our wandering spirits. Farewell, all earthly troubles. So began my destruction.
Petronius, the Satyricon trans. W. H. D. Rouse.
Gods Actually Exist
Not in the sense of supernatural entities, but in natural superhuman entities, sometimes called egregores. Egregores are made up out of people, but aren’t people. They aren’t controlled by a personality, but by a sort of zeitgeist of vague desires and hatreds.
I bring this up because I’ve noticed we’ve created a modern-day version of an ancient, if minor, sort of deity. In old stories, often times a king, witch or (in some religious texts) god himself would travel in disguise among normal people. In these stories, the wicked were punished and the righteous rewarded because they HAPPENED to interact with a powerful entity. If god notices you, suddenly the consequences for your actions, whether you’re good or bad, are magnified a thousandfold.
Nowadays, we call this kind of entity The Media. Instead of an individual entity roaming among the people, it’s a massively distributed system. But it still has very limited attention: It can’t notice EVERYONE. So what we get is not especially beneficent do-gooders getting a news spot and being rewarded by hugely increased donations. We also get individual villains who, however petty their acts, get dramatically and publicly punished by being noticed by the media. But much like Zeus and women, the media is mercurial and easily distracted. After the public retribution bestowed by the god for angering or pleasing it, it soon moves on somewhere else, to reward the beauty of a Narcissus or to punish an Arachne for her hubris.
Unfortunately, much like the gods and witches of old, the media has its own set of desires, morals, and hatreds. These may or may not be what you think of as Good. And so we have to be careful when in public or with a stranger, to act according to the dictates of this god, to never insult the King, or we might get punished for it. On the other hand, if you’re a righteous servant of the media, you can call out in prayer to it, and try to get its attention via mass protests and open letters. Of course, sometimes getting on the good side of Zeus puts you on the bad side of Hera. As a wise man once said, “ This is the story of a time long ago – a time of myth and legend. When the ancient gods were petty and cruel, and they plagued mankind with suffering, only one man dared to challenge their power – Hercules. “
We cannot experience death, but we sometimes experience the impression of it. We experience the idea of death in a death in the family, in the death of a loved one. In sum, death is the unique form of life.
Yukio Mishima, Forbidden Colors
[V]icit Amor. Supera deus hic bene notus in ora est; an sit et hic, dubito.
Orpheus et Eurydice
“Love conquered me. This god is well known on the shores above; I doubt whether he is known here as well.”
(via kentuckyfriedchokehold)
I don’t know how long I’ve heard rraskclnikov say Oxford Blue was his favorite color, but it was only a couple of days ago I learned that it is the color of the binding for all the heavy-duty books from Oxford University Press. Y’know—the folks what put out the LSJ, the OLD, and the OED. When I learned this I thought, That’s the kind of symbolic detail you use for vexillology or heraldry. Almost as quickly the other colors I’d use came to mind.
Well, the thought has been nagging me for a couple of days, so I’ve designed this flag for classics enthusiasts.
Let’s take a straw poll, though. Should Loeb Green be on top or should Loeb Red? And if there’s a rationale for that choice, even better. What do you think?
Green should be on top. Arma cedant togas, symbolically the color of growth and fertility should trump the color of blood and military valor
Reconstruction of the polychrome finish of a Greek temple of the Doric order. It might be the Parthenon in Athens (compare Leo von Klenze’s reconstruction). Chromolithography published 1883 in the series Kunsthistorische Bilderbogenby E. A. Seemann in Leipzig, cropped
summing up the second triumvirate
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stop dictionary, ur scaring me
It is from Greek κλινοπάλη.
Ecce:
http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0057%3Aentry%3Dklinopa%2Flh
κλι_νο-πάλη [α^], ἡ,
A.bed-wrestling, sens. obsc., Suet.Dom.22.
Hahahae, bed-wrestling!
Villa Reconstruction James Stanton-Abbott
Villa at Boscoreale, Pompeii, Italy Computer Reconstruction (This reconstruction of the Villa at Boscoreale was undertaken for THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART in New York.)
Villa of the Mysteries in Pompeii, Italy The purpose of this reconstruction is to investigate the relationship of the Triclinium, the famous dining room at the villa of the Mysteries in Pompeii, Italy, to its setting within its gardens and its extensive views.
I could not reblog this fast enough.
This is what happens when you let college students read the entirety of the Iliad in one sitting.
MADNESS. Sixteen and a half hours of madness, to be precise.
Also, body-counts: 239 Dead Trojans (named) 57 Dead Greeks (named) 25 Group Deaths (unnamed)
Cheers to Oberlin’s Bardic Reading. Earlham students may have to pay you a visit next year…
CONGRATS BARDIC READING FRIENDS!!!!!! you’re all flawless. i cry every time. i wrote most of those glorious tally marks. you can see my beautiful handwriting on columns. this is so exciting. i’m so <333333
i hate this dress and yet here i am
you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain….
((sorry samurai flamenco fans, I had to make someone suffer with me and…. masayoshi and goto were very viable subjects ;^)))
ユリ熊嵐 (2015) | Suspiria (1977)
Ikuhara: “I just got a message from my family that said, ‘We’re watching Yuri Kuma Arashi now.’ I’m trembling in fear.” Ikuhara: “There’s an attachment picture of my family making peace signs with the ‘Yuri Kuma Arashi’ title screen playing on the tv in the background. I’m trembling.”
If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.
—Book VII, line 312 of the Aeneid by Virgil (via them-witches)
Catullus: Poem XVI
Nam castum esse decet pium poetam Ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est.