|I am just going to rape this meme so hard.
||[Sep. 24th, 2006|02:23 am]
Alex the Ripper
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.
At me tum primum saevus circumstetit horror.
Obstipui; subiit cari genitoris imago,
ut regem aequaevum crudeli vulnere vidi
vitam exhalantem; subiit deserta Creusa
et direpta domus et parvi casus Iuli.
Respicio et quae sit me circum copia lustro.
Deseruere omnes defessi, et corpora saltu
ad terram misere aud ignibus aegra dedere.
"'But first an awful horror surrounded me.
I stood agape; the image of my dear father arose before me,
as I looked upon the king, of equal age, breathe out his life under a cruel wound;
the forsaken Creusa, the ravaged house and the fate of little Iulus arose.
I look back and survey the forces around me.
All, worn out, have deserted, and sent their wounded bodies
with a leap to the ground or given themselves to the flames.'"
Isn't that last sentence a fucking bitch? I had to check the Loeb translation to make any sense out of it. Way to combine obscure verb forms with weird imagery, Verge.
This, for non-Classics-geeks, is what I mean when I complain of Vergil being depressing, by the way. It's pretty much all like this.
I tag YOU.
Also, John Henderson is on crack. You may like him. I was paging through Writing Down Rome in the library this afternoon and caught sight of his coked-up ramblings about Juvenal presiding over a grim zombiepocalyptic Rome filled with the staggering revenants of Nero and Messalina, while vampiric clients act as parasites on the economy and monsters stalk the streets. And I completely understood what he meant. No, srsly. There's a lot of the monster-movie grotesque in Juvenal.
OF COURSE there needs to be a Rome-themed Dead Rising sort of deal. But, as I was lamenting this evening, the Romans did not go in for whole-body burial nearly enough (if at all? I am hazy on whether it was ever done) to make a zombiepocalypse feasible. UNLESS it were all Jewish zombies. And perhaps some other barbarians/Orientals/whatevs. Wouldn't that fucking kick ass, a foretaste of the sacking of Rome done with zombies? Wouldn't that sum up the 2nd-4th century attitudes towards immigration so well? I am spurting just thinking about it. I'll film Juvenal's satires one day and then you'll all see. Full of zombies and giant fish and masturbating kids in a classroom and a ranting asshole posturing in front of his moving van.
I need to get some more Rome fags on my flist so that I'm not just talking to myself on these questions. Recommend me some people.
I'm vaguely against cremation just because I think it limits zombie possibilities, honestly. I would not mind being a zombie.
Anyway, I was talking (sort of) about John Henderson.
The Roman Book of Gardening
Writing Down Rome: Satire, Comedy, and Other Offences in Latin Poetry
Fighting for Rome
I weep because scholarly books are so expensive and Stauffer gets in so little material on Roman comedy. Go to hell, Stauffer. Go to zombie Roman hell.
fourteen satires, in-fucking-deed. grumble grmuble...