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5 years ago

Today in my Latin class, I said aloud that I could imagine Aeneas as Orlando Bloom, and I meant that in my head Aeneas now looks like Orlando Bloom. My friend looked at me in confusion and said, “He can’t play Orlando Bloom. He’s dead.”


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5 years ago

~Funky fresh tune here~

Now,

this is a story

all about how

a man, who first from the boundaries of Troy, exiled by fate, came to Italy and the Lavinian shores – he was tossed much both on land and on sea, by the power of the gods, on account of the mindful anger of savage Juno, he having suffered many (things) and also from war, until he could found a city, and was bringing in the gods to Latium, from whence [came] the race of Latins, and Alban fathers, and of the high city walls of Rome. Muse, recall the causes to me, by what damaged nod, or grieving what, the queen of the gods compelled a man marked by piety to undergo so many misfortunes, to come to so many labors. Can there be such great anger in the minds of the gods? There was an ancient city, ((which) Tyrian colonists held) Carthage, long opposite Italy and the mouths of the Tiber, rich in resources and most fierce in the pursuits of war; Juno is said to have cherished this one city more than all lands with Samus having been esteemed less; here were her arms, here was her chariot; if in any way the fates would allow it, the goddess both hoped and cherished this (city) to be a seat of power for the nations. But indeed she had heard that the offspring derived from Trojan blood, which, one day, would overturn the Tyrian castles. From whence was going to come a nation, ruling far and wide and proud in war for the destruction of Libya: Thus the Fates unfolded. Saturn’s daughter, fearing this and remembering the Old War, which she foremost had waged for her dear Greeks (nor yet even then had the causes of anger and cruel pain perished from her mind; Judgment of Paris remains repositive in her deep mind and the injury to her rejected beauty, and the hated race, and the honors of the seduced Ganymede – Further inflamed by these (things), she was keeping a long way from Latium the Trojans having been thrown on the whole ocean, the leavings of the Greeks and of fierce Achilles, and they were wandering through [or for] many years, having been driven by the Fates around all the oceans. So great was the burden to found the Roman nation.


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2 years ago

dido starts dying in book 4 and never finishes meanwhile aeneas has been dying for ages and then is finally dead in book 12 even when he's still alive


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2 years ago

also how fucked is it that aeneas’s mom jsut steals aeneas’s kid. and drugs him and hides him in her garden. and it’s fine because she’s a goddess. the goddess who is also drugging a woman into falling in love with aeneas right now. this poem is a horror movie


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2 years ago
Extemplo Aeneae solvuntur frigore membra:
fervidus; ast illi solvuntur frigore membra

are you telling me the first aeneas line is exactly the same phrasing as the turnus death line. are you fucking with me right now. publius i’m going to kill you


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2 years ago
An old manuscript illustration, very worn, showing the figure of a woman in white labelled "Lavinia" with red lines rising from the side of her head. Behind this the text from the other side of the page shows through a little.

also this is definitely more a matter of manuscript wear & scanning than intent but I'm obsessed with this illustration of lavinia's hair catching fire. the way you can barely see her face. the way the text from the other page is showing through. it's literally so haunting


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1 year ago
A digital drawing of two hands holding a leafy branch which extends diagonally across the picture. Both are done in shades of blue. In red, trickles and drops of blood run down the branch and pour from its torn end, which seems to have some sort of veins or nerves hanging out of it. Words below in pink read: "parce pias scelerare manus."

poem abt being unable to keep your hands clean


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3 years ago

"I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. The months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death. The miracle of a year, then two."

Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller


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1 year ago

that feeling when you say a sculpture in an art museum has "twink energy" and then you realize it's a statue of the roman poet you named yourself after


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1 year ago

OH MY GODS WAIT

OH MY GODS WAIT

I WAS RIGHT

that feeling when you say a sculpture in an art museum has "twink energy" and then you realize it's a statue of the roman poet you named yourself after


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