telemachus: my dad's been gone so long these fuckin ASSHOLES [gestures to suitors] have taken up permanent residence in MY house and my GODDAMNED MOTHER wont do anything about it IF ONLY MY DAD WAS HERE

telemachus, two seconds later: enough about me. who are you? where are you from? your city? your parents? what sort of vessel brought you here? why did the sailors land you here in ithaca? who did they say they are? i hardly think you came this way on foot! and tell me this for a fact -- i need to know -- is this your first time here? or are you a friend of father's, a guest from the old days?

“But you, Achilles, there’s not a man in the world more blest than you--- there never has been, never will be one. Time was, when you were alive, we Argives honoured you as a god, and now down here, I see, you lord it over the dead in all your power. So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.”                Odysseus, Fagles trans. 11.547-53

my heart????

odysseus is described as having "russet curls" (13.456) when athena’s changing him into a beggar but i SWEAR he’s also described as blond somewhere too? idc telemachos is just gonna be blond. the world does not deserve another redhead.

i feel like a more apt stereotype of poor telemachus would align more with the “OMG SHUT UP MUM WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME ALL THE TIME” / difficult adolescent vibe than the flowerboy aesthetic i ascribed him to previously

(unlocking repressed memories) oh lore?

if i was really dedicated i’d write in the homeric beat but you KNOW i dont know how to do that. so im resigned to simply using breaks instead. sigh. what a life i lead.

And next I caught a glimpse of powerful Heracles--- his ghost, I mean: the man himself delights in the grand feasts of the deathless gods on high, wed to Hebe, famed for her light, alluring ankles.                   ♦ The Odyssey, Fagles translation; 11.690-694

are you absolutely kidding me

based on the portrayal here and what i vaguely remember from the books, tee is a soft boy driven to arms by the lack of his father and the absolute divine vision that it is only his dad who can save his mum from the Evil Suitors

which i clearly took to mean he likes flowers and crop tops and summer breezes

                         the gods stirred in you a great fire, a new yearning                           to seek the justice you had so long waited to be                           handed. you have the courage now, little lion, only                           you can rid your mother of the overbearing suitors.

                                                     godlike telemachos, it’s you.

                         guided by your mentor, athene disguised, you will                          leave sunny ithaka in search of news of your long                          absent father. you think him dead, your only desire                          now that adulthood has claimed you, is the truth.

i found this in my drafts and it’s clearly for a page on my blog but bitch!!!! im such a good writer sometimes. or i was. two years ago.

if u dont think im coming to vent the fact that my classics degree is ending thru this flower child then u have another thing coming

my modern verse will be high society, predominantly home-schooled mama’s boy who has extremely high expectations for his father’s personality based on the successes he had and the high regard in which his father’s friends held him in. modern verse is so important to me.

Kazumasa Ogawa, 1896

SEND ME A GREEK GOD

rosy dawn:

       SHE REACHES into her oversized handbag, lifts said dog out by the underbelly, scowling. Elise clutches the canine protectively to her chest. ❛   This is Beau. & you’ve offended him. ❜ 

“My lady, I am sure this will offend you both to hear but know that I mean no ill... but your dog, Beau, resembles as much a pooch as a deer does a shark. Is he quite well?” 

wandering, lost:

“i’m— sorry, what?” it’s almost COMICAL how quickly her expression turns to confusion, honestly. not her fault that literally every single thing this guy just said sounds absolutely ridiculous.

tee’s expression, meanwhile, deadpans. thoughtful as he endeavours to be, he won’t allow himself to ask if she was stupid. hadn’t he asked in plain english? “i asked after your well-being, lady.” 

rosy dawn:

       ❛   BITCH– That’s my dog.  ❜

I’m sorry, he didn’t hear that right. Did she just call him a dog? “And you’re quite sure? Have you checked? Or are your woodland eyes tinted with loveliness, and you see a rover in a rat?”

@aravensflower

“Fair lovely one, your face suggests to me that you are troubled. Sometimes a stranger’s counselling is as good as his father’s,” not that Telemachos WOULD KNOW, thanks dad, “perhaps I can help?”