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if you can't make your own drugged honey cake to feed to triple-throated cerberus, the tremendous beast that guards the underworld, store-bought is fine

#and if you want to learn how to make the honey cakes without drugs #we have a recipe blog coming soon #and then you don't have to store buy them #tagamemnon #drugs sold seperately #classu doesn't endorse drugs btw #don't do drugs

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The conspirators should’ve eaten Caesar. Knelt around him, hands bathed in his blood, daggers forgotten after they’ve served their lethal purpose. Eyes wild with the horror and exhilaration of what they’ve just done. They should’ve tore him to pieces with their bare hands and eaten him raw and bloody and presented his head as that of a panther. Tbh.

#this reminds me of a play one of our students wrote about helen of troy eating people #great play #tagamemnon #i had to ask permission to reblog this btw

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Anne Carson’s Kassandra speaks shitpost

#oimoi #anne carson uoft alumna the woman that you are #tagamemnon #if you study here maybe one day you can be anne carson

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#tagamemnon #this is why we can't woobify patroclus in good conscience

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reading the Iliad is an experience

#ugh favourite child syndrome #tagamemnon

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Hector and Helenus' potential dynamic is so funny to me

#that's just having younger siblings #me with the first years who know a little too much #tagamemnon

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dionysus you have to stop. your robe too purple. your curls too divine, your manic swag too different. they will kidnap you.

#tagamemnon

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How many letters in Thyestes? Ate

#god help me someone has to find this funny before they fire me #tagamemnon #classics #ancient greece #classics tag

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call this crowdsourcing ancient greek etiquette

#this is a genuine question #i should say we aren't actually mad #tagamemnon #classics

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one of the reasons why "what if people went on a road trip and it was weird" is one of the oldest story types is that a lot of sense of personhood has been, historically, tied to place. the weird road trip says "what if we went somewhere else, where no one knows us, and tried out being a different person".

Odysseus, the famous liar, goes on a weird road trip & over the course of it becomes several different people, and then comes home & is all those people as well as himself, wearing the echoes of those other people

#tagamemnon

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>be me, gnaeus julius agricola >looking for a province to govern >ask the emperor if britain is well-governed or corrupt >he doesnt understand >pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is well-governed and what is corrupt >he laughs and says "it's a good province sir" >it's corrupt

#this reminds me of my classmate from first year who had a crush on agricola #not a real crush but still #tagamemnon

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Failure is okay. Even if you have to try again. Academia is not an indicator of your intelligence.

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actually the fact that odysseus knew he'd be gone for 20 years makes the gears in my brain turn. You kiss your son goodbye knowing you will miss every milestone of his. He will be a grown man and will not remember you. You will be a father only by title. Your wife will lay alone in your wedding bed, she will wake and see the side you've slept on is empty. You won't hold each other for a long, long time. Your parents may not even be there to welcome you back. You know you will return, but the war stretches on and on. Your comrades fall. Your ships are on fire. Your best warriors are nothing but ashes in an urn. But it's eventually over, you can go home. But still, there's more time left. First it's a storm. It's winding up in strange lands. It's hunger. It's temptation. Your men grow weary. You have twelve ships and then you have one and then it's only you on a single timber. You know you will return, but everything has gone so horribly wrong that you can't help but wonder if the fates fooled you. Everyone you know is either dead or are living again. You are the only one stuck in between. Neither dead or alive. You sit on a beach staring out to the sea from the moments the birds sing til the sun dips over the horizon. Every day is the same - you sit on the stones and weep, you trek the shores, during the night you're in her bed. Your skin is cracked and sunburnt, your beard long and tangled, your hair etched with more and more silver hairs. Your eyes are dull, sunken. Your bones ache when you walk, your breath is shorter. The sun rises and sets. The waves wash away your footprints. You are growing old but the island is the same. You are left behind. Your home will change and you won't change with it. In fact, everyone will change, but you will not recognize what's different. Some of the lines under your eyes will be the hauntings of war, while your wife's will be from the sleepless nights of buying you time. You flinch when you see each other. You expected to see someone else, and she expected to see no one at all. You could once hold your boy in your arms, but now it feels like he's the one holding you. The trees in your orchard have grown taller. Some of the houses in your kingdom are empty. The children that sat on your knees now have their own children on their own knees - or they lie dead, by your own hand. Who are you? Who is your son, your wife? You will get to know each other, you will change together eventually. But there will still be something off, like a brick not fitting quite right in the foundation. Off like a living man among the dead, someone who wasn't fated to die, but was supposed to die a long time ago. A dead man among the living. You will not belong, even though you are the father of your son, the husband of your wife, the son of your father, the king of your land. There will always be something missing, something aching.

And you are willing to let it all happen when you lift your baby son from the field, away from the plow.

#oh okay #tagamemnon

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actually, i should just say this in its own post--if you're ever looking for a translation of anything ancient greek, ian johnston has a ton of translations that are both genuinely good and completely free to read. a lot of the time free translations are really old or just not that good but this man has translated, like, everything from homer to sophocles to kafka to nietzche and he's done it extremely well. i didn't think he had an antigone but i just looked and not only does he have one but it's genuinely very good. so i highly recommend his website as a resource!

#ehehe #tagamemnon #public facing knowledge means everything to me #i love you public facing knowledge

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call this crowdsourcing ancient greek etiquette

#this is a genuine question #i should say we aren't actually mad #tagamemnon #ancient history #classics

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Big news from Tartarus I'm just so proud of him

#he did it #tagamemnon