Latin Literature Tournament - Round 1
Propaganda under the cut!
Ennius Propaganda:
The man who started it all... wrote the first Latin epic in dactylic hexameter (fuck Saturnians, all my homies hate Saturnians)
Among his many contributions, wrote a minor didactic work on where to find good fish
Was buddies with Scipio Africanus
Lucan Propaganda
Really said "what if the Aeneid was more fucked up" and honestly, respect
Every line of the Bellum Civile goes So Fucking Hard. The most metal piece of poetry out there
It's got something for everyone: witches, necromancy, archaeology, blood and guts, aristeia, ghost messengers, siege warfare, dubious protagonists, Ptolemies...
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my Invincible brain rot is severe
behold, the Wolfrumites !
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my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “the pharsalia” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯
me: yeah whatever i don’t feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw sulla's ghost intoning oracular words of doom
my buddy lucan pacing: the narrative is lying to us
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Phemonoe, the Pythian priestess on why the Delphic oracle has grown silent:
"...or perhaps Apollo, determined to exclude the guilty from his shrine finds none in this age worthy of opening his closed lips."
- Lucan, Pharsalia (Trans. A. S. Kline)
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Internal screaming
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Comic Spoiler!
It'll never stop being hilarious to me that getting laid on earth was all the Viltrumites needed to stop being evil lmao
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🪄 "Come with me! I have something to show you!"
The best boy Lucan Brattleby taking you out adventuring on your birthday 🦁❤️
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Source: Lucan [1977]
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καὶ λαὸς ἐγκρατὴς αὐτόχειρ δ᾽ αἱμάσσεται, or some such
(Sophocles, Antigone 170-74 and the opening lines of Lucan's Bellum Civile and Statius' Thebaid; translations mine)
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Lucan’s public whipping is at 12pm
(orig tweet under cut)
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In the 1300s Dante Alighieri wrote the Divine Comedy, in which he's led through hell by one of his heroes, the Roman poet Virgil.
In the fourth chapter of this book Dante meets four other heroes of his: Homer, Horace, Ovid, and Lucan. They, together with Virgil, tell Dante how good of a poet and writer he is, and how honoured they are to be able to meet him.
So.
Please remember this if you ever feel guilty about writing self-indulgent fanfiction, okay? 😉
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Time Travel Question 19: The Library of Alexandria (Miscellaneous II)
I welcome your suggestions for both Library of Alexandria and other lost works of World Literature and History, as there will be future polls.
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On the prophetic nature of the Delphic god (Apollo):
What god of heaven suffers earth’s weight, knows every secret of eternity’s course, aware of the world’s futurity, ready to reveal its presence to the nations, and endure contact with humankind? A great and mighty power, whether the utterance it produces determines fate, or whether it merely voices destiny.
- Lucan, Pharsalia (Trans. A. S. Kline)
This is actually the first time I've seen someone talking about the possibility of prophecies determining the fate, so this took me by surprise. Also the first time I've seen the knowledge of the future being a weight that Apollo has to carry, so that's very interesting too.
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Questing Beast Infestation
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Lucan in Averno
Inspired by Sonya Taaffe’s poem (text under the cut)
Lucan in Averno by Sonya Taaffe
Halfway off the path nobody keeps to,
the poet meets himself in Hades
like a creditor on the stairs, a started ghost
with a face of wet ashes and wrists hollow as wax
the stylus dug too deeply, emptying of words.
Scared, with a cynic’s grin, he holds out
a half-corrected scroll, laurels frozen in his hair
like hemlock. Is he whispering his name?
Am I whispering it for him?
So casually we practice this blasphemy,
raking up the dead, their rings and calcined bones.
My tongue between his teeth will speak
of Cato, Caesar, and a nameless soldier’s corpse,
my fingers follow Nero’s razor cuts.
The past will lead on, saying nothing more
than what it has already ceased to say.
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