28/04/24 • catullus 51 translated via the international code of signals

BC 1 Can you communicate with the aircraft? NE 5 You should proceed with great caution; hostile vessel sighted NH 1 Are you clear of all danger? EA Have you sighted or heard of a vessel in distress?  ZL Your signal has been received but not understood. QF I cannot go ahead MBP Onset was sudden.  PG 2 I am dazzled by your searchlight. Extinguish it or lift it. [IB 4 The extent of the damage is still unknown.]  MHB Tongue is dry. YS I am unable to communicate… DV 1 I am adrift. MBE The whole body is affected. IX Fire is gaining.  FD 1 My position is indicated by rockets or flares. PG I do not see any light. EP I have lost sight of you. MY 2 It is dangerous to proceed on present course. AE 1 I wish to abandon my vessel, but have not the means. GC 2 I have searched area of accident but have found no trace of derelict or survivors

Which Underrated Woman from History are You?

Finally got around to making a uquiz featuring six of my favourite women from history! You can either get someone from the French Revolution, Roman Republic (I know, how unexpected!) or from 1700s/early 1800s.

Featuring scientists, writers, politically active icons and a few poets whose lives were intertwined with theirs, as a treat!

Enjoy and thanks everyone for sharing! ✨

who wrote the wikipedia descriptions for catullus's poetry

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called Ancient Roman sexual mores, you'll be ēbria ab tuā cucurbitā

me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit

5 min later: a man's status as a fully gendered uir is not only not compromised but in fact bolstered by his penetration of other males

my buddy Gaius Valerius Catullus, pacing: Ō Mēmmī bene me āc diū supīnum / tōta īstā trabe lēntus īrrumāstī 😭😭

wait actually just remembered this painting (catullus reading his poems in lesbia's house by lawrence alma tadema). it could work

catullus my babygirl........

“You pollute my memory,” Catullus murmured low. “And I yours. We seeped into each other like poison in our blood. It is wrong, but…” A pause. “Perhaps it is a story worth telling.”

Two tangled memories. One story. Can a doomed lawyer in the late Roman republic and a dead poet with genre awareness change their joint fate? Discover it...someday. Eventually. I promise. I'm working on it.

Me too bro, Lesbia always loads me night and day with her curses every freakin day dude 🫡

happy valentine’s day!

Tia Williams, Seven Days in June | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | Niall Horan, “You Could Start A Cult” | @mjalti | Catullus, 48 | Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story | @kanyasstuff | @chloeinletters | Plutarch, Moralia | @/vwictims on X

Anna Jackson, I, Clodia

Welcome to the Latin Literature Tournament!

Selections are based on my university's Latin reading list, with a couple names added to round it out to 32 contestants. So unfortunately, not every author managed to make the cut--I'm sorry to all three of my fellow Silius Italicus fans :(

I'm accepting propaganda for any of the competitors! Drop your arguments, panegyrics, hot takes, and trash talk in an ask!

Polls open up on Monday, 4/22, and will be open for a week! All reblogs are greatly appreciated!

'religion in the late republic' in religions of rome, mary beard, john north, and simon price, p. 165

okay okay but the thing with ariadne & the minotaur I'm thinking about is like. the minotaur is inside the labyrinth and she's outside of it. she doesn't see the minotaur and he doesn't see her but probably they both know each other exist. maybe they both wonder about each other. so what's making me chew on glass is that she sends theseus in, to a brother whose face she barely knows but still thinks about, and he kills him and the minotaur's gone, just like that, without her ever seeing him again, and just like that she's brotherless. And Then. thinking about This Line from ariadne's lament in catullus 64:

respersum iuuenem fraterna caede secuta

("following a young man spattered with my brother's blood")

which like. yes it's metaphorical but also thinking that possibly all she ever saw again was theseus walking out of the labyrinth dripping in her brother's blood. what it must be like to have a brother one moment and then not have anything of a brother except what's spattered across the face of a man who she's given everything up for and she's now supposed to kiss. aughhgbnghn

oh you like catullus? well then name a thousand of his kisses, and then a hundred, and then another thousand, and a second hundred, then yet another thousand, and another hundred

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