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mjltranslations · 6 months ago
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I forgot how beautiful Ovid's descriptions of nature are - like I just read this:
postera nocturnos Aurors removerat ignes,
solque pruinosas radiis siccaverat herbas
After Dawn had put away the fires of the night,
and the sun had dried the frosty grass with its rays...
and:
... et lux, tarde discedere visa,
praecipitat in aquas, et aquis nox ab isdem.
and the light, which seemed to slowly descend,
plunged into the sea, and from the same sea rose the night.
How is this the same guy who said he wanted to die while having sex cuz he thought it would be funny???
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isotheia · 9 months ago
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when catullus said “soles occidere et redire possunt; nobis, cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda” and “ fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles” i felt that
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metis-metis · 3 months ago
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Corinna really should dig her key into the side of Ovid’s pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive and carve her name into his leather seats…
As a treat
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ancient-notes · 4 months ago
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How to Scan a Hexameter
Cause I have to know it and I don’t like it.
Syllable Length (Prosody)
By nature - long vowel or diphthong ae, au, oe
By position - followed by two or more consonants, which can be part of different words
Fun things about letters
Muta cum Liquida - two consonants: a stop (muta) p, t, c, b, d, g, followed by a liquid l, r can be short or long
x and z count as two consonants cause they come from c+s and d+z
qu counts as one consonant, no vowel
h gets ignored at the beginning of a word
i followed by another vowel is like a “j” so it’s a consonant, not a vowel
eu is a diphthong in Greek names but not in Latin words
when there are two vowels next to each other but not a diphthong, the first one is probably short, but it’s not a hard rule
some vowel combinations can be diphthongs but aren’t if one is part of the words stem and the second one is part of the ending!
Elision -vowel(m) vowel-
a word ending on a vowel (and maybe an m) followed by a word starting with a vowel (ignore h)
the vowel (+m) is elided - not pronounced
Hiatus a variation of this, where both words keep their natural length; is avoided
Dactylic Hexameter
If you can’t remember how this is supposed to look: –⏕ | –⏕ | –⏕ | –⏕ | –⏑⏑ | –X
hex means six, so you need six metrical feet
one foot is either a Dactyl or a Spondee
Dactyl means finger. Look at your left index finger:
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long, short, short - Dactyl
two short feet can be substituted by a long foot --> Spondee
the sixth foot has two syllables (trochee) and the last one is long-short (anceps) often marked with an x above
the fifth foot is a Dactyl 90% of the time
Caesura
It’s a break after the first long syllable in a foot, most likely the first, second or third foot. It’s often in form of the end of a word, clause, sentence or another pause of speech.
Tips & Tricks
count. your. feet. there should be six, if there aren’t start again
mark with a pencil so you can erase
mark the obvious stuff: lengths, Elisions, Muta cum Liquida, the second to last syllable being long etc.
then work from the back. I mean it. Work from the back. You know the most stuff about the end of the verse, take advantage of it.
the sixth foot is long and an Anceps, the fifth is most likely a Dactyl
if there are two long syllables with a single syllable between there is Spondee somewhere here
the shorter the verse, the more Spondees
A note on reading out loud: marking the first, stressed syllable of each foot only and clearly. I do it with a highlighter and it really helps to focus.
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scirenefas · 5 months ago
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Horace, Odes 1.11
Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. Ut melius quicquid erit pati
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum, sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.
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Do not ask (to know is a sin) what end
the gods have given to me, or to you, Leuconoe,
nor try Babylonian numbers. How much better it is to suffer whatever will be
whether Jupiter has bestowed many more winters or the last,
which now weakens the Tyrrhenian Sea with opposing pumice stones;
be wise, strain wines, prune your long hope within a short length.
While we are speaking, envious age will have fled:
harvest the day, trusting as little as possible to the future.
– Horace, Odes 1.11
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saintediablesse · 11 months ago
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— Gabriela Mistral, ‘The Sleepless Woman’; from Madwomen, tr. by Randall Couch (2008)
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queue-maude-zee · 2 months ago
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Superba esse Romana sum
qua nunquam Europa adveniebat.
Civis sine patria;
discipula sine magistro;
poeta sine musa sum.
Linguam mortuorum disce,
ne linguam doctrinae moratur.
-Q%Z 1.9.21
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classycoffeesublime · 10 months ago
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Latin phrases worth knowing
Ars longa, vita brevis ~ art is long, life is short
Ad astra per aspera ~ to the stars through difficulties
In libris libertas ~ in books, freedom
helluo librorum ~ a gluttton for books 
peota nascitur, non fit ~  a poet is born, not made
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r-t-sosa · 28 days ago
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I seek you, and I see you again with the touch of your ever-expanding work of art that mirrors in me .
- R.T. Sosa, Things That Get away
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the-crypt-moth · 7 months ago
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A meme by @emoish-ariel. She did most of the work. I just came up with the idea.
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iswear-imtrying-blog · a month ago
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“What are you thinking about?” she whispered.
Mostly, you. How peaceful I feel when I’m running my fingers through your hair. Your lips pressing up against mine. Our legs intertwined. My heart and the way it flutters when I look into your eyes. Your eyes. The way they look back at me. God those fucking eyes. They’re going to ruin me aren’t they? Yeah. That’s okay. Honestly, I was already pretty broken. I wasn’t even really sure if I could love again. I’ve only just started loving myself. But now, now I’m holding all of the pieces of my broken heart out to you. Looking into those fucking eyes. I know you’re going to ruin me but here all the pieces I have left . It’s okay, take them, they’re yours. Just try giving them all back when you’re done. I’m getting pretty good at putting it back together.
I looked at her. My hands swept her cheek. I slid my finger across her bottom lip, pulled her closer. Kissed her deeply and whispered back “mostly, you.” I hope she heard everything I said when I kissed her.
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amores-iacobi · 2 months ago
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mīte nec in terrā nec in altō caeruleō sum;
sed spatium versūs in numerumque colō.
I am neither on the fruitful earth nor in the deep blue sea; rather I inhabit the meter and rhythm of verse.
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robinne · 3 months ago
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Oda a la Sandia ; Ode to the Watermelon El árbol del verano intenso, invulnerable, es todo cielo azul, sol amarillo, cansancio a goterones, es una espada sobre los caminos, un zapato quemado en las ciudades: la claridad, el mundo nos agobian, nos pegan en los ojos con polvareda, con súbitos golpes de oro, nos acosan los pies eon espinitas, con piedras calurosas, y la boca sufre más que todos los dedos: tienen sed la garganta, la dentadura, los labios y la lengua: queremos beber las cataratas, la noche azul, el polo, y entonces cruza el cielo el más fresco de todos los planetas, la redonda, suprema y celestial sandía. Es la fruta del árbol de la sed. Es la ballena verde del verano. El universo seco de pronto tachonado por este firmamento de frescura deja caer la fruta rebosante: se abren sus hemisferios mostrando una bandera verde, blanca, escarlata que se disuelve en cascada, en azúcar, ¡en delicia! ¡Cofre de agua, plácida reina de la frutería, bodega de la profundidad, luna terrestre! ¡Oh pura, en tu abundancia se deshacen rubíes y uno quisiera morderte hundiendo en ti la cara, el pelo, el alma! Te divisamos en la sed como mina o montaña de espléndido alimento, pero te conviertes entre la dentadura y el deseo en sólo fresca luz que se deslie, en manantial que nos tocó cantando. Y así no pesas, sólo pasas y tu gran corazón de brasa fría se convirtió en el agua de una gota.
Pablo Neruda
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ghostly-study · 3 months ago
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"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
Catullus, poem 85
"I hate and love, wouldst thou the reason know?
I know not, but I burn, and feel it so."
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658)
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