He who puts off living as he should Is like the rustic who waits for a river to die down- Yet it flows and will flow on, gliding forever.
Horace, Epistulae I.2.41-43 (via thoodleoo)

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He who puts off living as he should Is like the rustic who waits for a river to die down- Yet it flows and will flow on, gliding forever.
Horace, Epistulae I.2.41-43 (via thoodleoo)
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a word from the ancient poets
watch, says lucretius. our bodies are atoms that dance through the void, riding the celestial swerve. we are what the universe is made of, so look closely. you may feel alone, but out in that empty space, there is so much like you.
go, says vergil. the world is large and beautiful, and so many things remain to be seen. so much is unknown out there, waiting to be discovered, from the greatest elephant to the smallest bee. go, and find what waits for you.
change, says ovid. the universe is not a stagnant pool, waiting in static silence. with every turn of the world something is new, and you may be afraid of what may happen. but though everything changes, nothing completely dies. for all that changes in you, you are still yourself. don’t be afraid.
sing, says sappho. there may be times when people hate your song or try to change the verses to fit what they think you should be, but your song is yours. lift your voice high as you sing it- the people who love you will sing along.
love, says catullus. you have faced heartbreak and you have been hurt, and it’s only fair that your heart fights against that pain. but life is short, and we all must sleep when our night falls, so give your heart over as best as you can, to friends, to lovers, to yourself.
live, says horace. we never know when our time will come, and we cannot know what tomorrow will hold. so take a deep breath and live today and enjoy what the world has to show you.
sleep, says homer. the night is wine-dark and the stars shine bright against the cloak of the sky, but rosy-fingered dawn will come again to touch your life with light.
The ancient Roman ruins at Baalbek, Lebanon, February 1970.
(National Geographic)
if ancient authors were on tumblr
plato: constantly monitors the philosophy tag and starts shit with everyone by asking questions until they contradict themselves. people get really pissed at him until he posts a selfie and he’s absolutely shredded
aristotle: writes long explanatory posts about a variety of subjects. he and plato also get into big discussions over reblogs, which they never cut down, pissing all of their followers off
sappho: reblogs lots of pictures of flowers and pastel aesthetic posts, with the occasional wlw post thrown in (though not often, because she always gets weird messages afterwards). her poetry posts are always incredibly popular even when she only posts a few phrases from something she’s working on
homer: popular freestyle rapper who adapts old folk stories and records himself composing. people constantly send him messages asking if achilles and patroclus are together, but he always keeps his answers vague, which leads to a ton of arguing from his fans
herodotus: runs one of those “did you know” fact blogs, but it’s hit-or-miss as to whether he’s actually posting something true
lucian: quality shitposter when he’s not posting neat sci-fi and weird satire. reblogs every single “the moon is gay” post he sees
aristophanes: runs a pun blog. people are torn between finding him hilarious and finding him immature. either way, he responds to all of his asks with fart jokes
cicero: constantly goes on ridiculously long rants about politics. he’s that guy who adds unnecessary comments on every single post he reblogs. he occasionally posts poetry but it only ever gets reblogged by atticus and catullus, who does so to make fun of him
catullus: reblogs literally everything that sappho posts. everything else is mostly dramatic personal posts, complaining, and the occasional poem. his blog confuses everyone because it is a strange mix of nonsensical all-caps screaming and eloquent, heart-wrenching verse
vergil: reblogs a lot of nature posts, especially ‘save the bees’ stuff. every once in a while, he posts poetry, but he always deletes it a few minutes later. he and horace are constantly tagging each other in things.
horace: posts a lot of pictures of food and wine. occasionally goes on weird tangents about bizarre topics but is generally likable. sometimes reblogs posts of trees from vergil and tags them with ‘:(((’
martial: gossip extraordinaire. vagues about everyone he knows but is so witty and good at it that nobody can tell who exactly it is and nobody really cares. occasionally posts a bunch of stuff sucking up to his boss and writes particularly salty posts about people who complain about it
pliny the younger: mostly posts #relatable content and occasionally goes on long tangents about his ships. adds smilies to the end of all of his posts and is completely sincere about every one of them
suetonius: constantly starting shit between other bloggers and spreading rumors. particularly fond of kinkshaming. nobody is sure where he gets his information from, but some people still take him seriously for some reason
Zeus: UGH. I gotta go home. Hera will bitch if I don't.
Aphrodite: I'm gonna go to Ares. I don't want to go home to my ape of a husband.
Poseidon: I'm gonna see if Demeter is home.
Hades: I'm going home to my wife. Because I love her. THAT'S WHY I MARRIED HER.
Εἰ δὲ καὶ νὺξ γένηται, δύο βλέπω μόνους ἀστέρας, τὸν ἕσπερον καὶ σέ.
And if night comes, I only see two stars: the evening star and you. (Philostratus, Letters, 1. 10)
ancient poetry expectation vs. reality
Homer
expectation: incredibly sophisticated poetry from one of the greatest poets to ever live
reality: wars and homos
Sappho
expectation: gaaaaaay
reality: gaaaaaay
Vergil
expectation: extremely moralizing political propaganda
reality: hello naughty romans it’s bee time
Horace
expectation: YOLO
reality: existential lumberjack with a vengeance
Catullus
expectation: beautiful, heart-wrenching love poetry
reality: did a 12 year old write this
Lucretius
expectation: boring, difficult philosophy
reality: basically the ancient roman version of bill nye
Martial
expectation: witty commentary on roman social life
reality: 100% pure salt content
For now as I look at you my voice is empty and can say nothing as my tongue cracks and slender fire quick under my skin.
Sappho, excerpt of Seizure (tr. by Willis Barnstone)
“isn’t latin a dead language?” somebody says to me, the millionth time i’ve heard that line
i laugh nervously. “oh, well, you know,” i say. somewhere within the pages of my old, tattered textbooks, latin stirs, grumbling in thick ancient tones. it is not dead- it is very much alive, and it hungers for the sacrifices that sated the gods of its people. “not yet,” i tell it. “maybe i can convince this one.” a sigh of disappointed declensions whispers through the pages and then stops, with no choice but to be satisfied with that for now. the ancient beast rests, as it has, within the pages that have sustained it for so long. no, latin is not dead. it is merely lurking in books with filled with words far older than their binding, waiting for its next victim.
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A Prayer for a Friend’s Safe Journey
Horace, Odes 1.3, ll. 1-8 Thus may the goddess who rules over Cyprus Guide you; thus may Helen’s brothers, The shining stars, guide you; and thus may The father of winds guide you, binding All the breezes save for the Iapyx- You, o ship, who have had Vergil entrusted To you, and owe him to me; and I pray That you deliver him safe to Attica’s shores And preserve the man who is half of my soul. Sic te diva potens Cypri, sic fratres Helenae, lucida sidera, ventorumque regat pater obstrictis aliis praeter Iapyga, navis, quae tibi creditum debes Vergilium; finibus Atticis reddas incolumem precor et serves animae dimidium meae.
The Ship ‘Portpatrick’, Thomas G. Purvis, late 19th or early 20th century
The colorful characters on ancient pottery.
Bearded Man, about 490 B.C.
Dancing Satyr, about 550-540 B.C.
Kneeling Athlete, 430-420 B.C.
Traveling Youth, about 510 B.C.
this is how the embassy to achilles went, right
Roman, Torso of a Dancing Faun, 1st century AD
if you ever feel like you’re too obsessed with something, just remember that, according to plutarch, alexander the great slept with his prized copy of the iliad under his pillow alongside a dagger, presumably so that he could murder anyone who tried to take his copy of the iliad away from him