October 29, 694
Its weird blogging again after such a long time away. I know its been two years but the events of that summer are still clear in my mind. We lasted till late August and then she left me, like I was nothing. It crushed me. This was one of the last poems I wrote while I was still with her.
ODI et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
I hate and I love. That which we make, is required fortification.
I see, but old age and death happen.
And this is my newest work.
SI quicquam cupido optantique optigit umquam
insperanti, hoc est gratum animo proprie.
quare hoc est gratum nobis quoque carius auro
quod te restituis, Lesbia, mi cupido.
restituis cupido atque insperanti, ipsa refers te
nobis. o lucem candidiore nota!
quis me uno uiuit felicior aut magis hac est
optandus uita dicere quis poterit?
If I am not expecting to befall this chosen desire,
This is truly pleasing.
Which this is great and noble that beloved gold,
Who restores, Lesbia, my desire,
She resists my desire because it is not expected,
Which she herself gives back. O bright lucid day!
Which I live happy that one, however will I be able to speak
My wish for this great thing?
I never did get back together with her. We had our off and on flings over the past 2 years but nothing more that meaningless sex. I wasted a lot of time on that woman and it got me nothing. But I had some fun.
For the final time-
Catullus out...
Monday, March 23, 2009
We might be done
June 27, 692
So yea me and Lesbia are having problems. I knew that she was married when this whole thing started but now she's cheating on me with other guys. Its terrible. Im so hurt. Well here's the second preview of the wedding epic
illa rudem cursu prima imbuit Amphitriten;
quae simul ac rostro uentosum proscidit aequor
tortaque remigio spumis incanuit unda,
emersere freti candenti e gurgite uultus
aequoreae monstrum Nereides admirantes.
illa, atque alia, uiderunt luce marinas
mortales oculis nudato corpore Nymphas
nutricum tenus exstantes e gurgite cano.
tum Thetidis Peleus incensus fertur amore,
tum Thetis humanos non despexit hymenaeos,
tum Thetidi pater ipse iugandum Pelea sensit.
That rough course wet the first Amphitriten,
which at the same time cut the windy curved
bow and turned the sea and rowing the waves
and foam turned gray, they admired as it
emerged from the sea the gleaming face of
the whirlpool the monster of the sea Nereides.
That, and another, They looked at the
shining sea with mortal eyes the striped bodies
of nymphs nursing existing as far out of the whirlpool aged.
Then Thetis Peleus set fire and took his love,
then Thetis the man did not distain marriage,
Then the father of Thetis married Peleus to Thetis feel.
I just think that Lesbia and I are done. But I'm willing to work through this if she is.
Catullus out...
So yea me and Lesbia are having problems. I knew that she was married when this whole thing started but now she's cheating on me with other guys. Its terrible. Im so hurt. Well here's the second preview of the wedding epic
illa rudem cursu prima imbuit Amphitriten;
quae simul ac rostro uentosum proscidit aequor
tortaque remigio spumis incanuit unda,
emersere freti candenti e gurgite uultus
aequoreae monstrum Nereides admirantes.
illa, atque alia, uiderunt luce marinas
mortales oculis nudato corpore Nymphas
nutricum tenus exstantes e gurgite cano.
tum Thetidis Peleus incensus fertur amore,
tum Thetis humanos non despexit hymenaeos,
tum Thetidi pater ipse iugandum Pelea sensit.
That rough course wet the first Amphitriten,
which at the same time cut the windy curved
bow and turned the sea and rowing the waves
and foam turned gray, they admired as it
emerged from the sea the gleaming face of
the whirlpool the monster of the sea Nereides.
That, and another, They looked at the
shining sea with mortal eyes the striped bodies
of nymphs nursing existing as far out of the whirlpool aged.
Then Thetis Peleus set fire and took his love,
then Thetis the man did not distain marriage,
Then the father of Thetis married Peleus to Thetis feel.
I just think that Lesbia and I are done. But I'm willing to work through this if she is.
Catullus out...
Wedding Epic preview
June 23, 692
So i just wrote a new wedding epic. I'm not done but i wanted to give you guys a sneak peak.
PELIACO quondam prognatae uertice pinus
dicuntur liquidas Neptuni nasse per undas
Phasidos ad fluctus et fines Aeetaeos,
cum lecti iuuenes, Argiuae robora pubis,
auratam optantes Colchis auertere pellem
ausi sunt uada salsa cita decurrere puppi,
caerula uerrentes abiegnis aequora palmis.
diua quibus retinens in summis urbibus arces
ipsa leui fecit uolitantem flamine currum,
pinea coniungens inflexae texta carinae.
Peliaco once descended from the clear whirlpool
declared Neptune of the sea during a flood to Phasodos
to the wave and the end of Aeetaos, when the young chosen,
Gaius Argiuae gave his strength to the people,
they gilded the chosen skin turned away from Colchis
to be prepared in a shallow place salted
and set in a hurry for the ship,
The sea was swept clean of wood and the palm made smooth.
The divine goddess who observed into the greatest
the City and protected herself made smooth flying
about the priest and chariot,
bent the pines together weaving the ship.
Theres gonna be another sneak peak coming soon. And Im also having problems with Lesbia. but more on that next time.
Catullus out...
So i just wrote a new wedding epic. I'm not done but i wanted to give you guys a sneak peak.
PELIACO quondam prognatae uertice pinus
dicuntur liquidas Neptuni nasse per undas
Phasidos ad fluctus et fines Aeetaeos,
cum lecti iuuenes, Argiuae robora pubis,
auratam optantes Colchis auertere pellem
ausi sunt uada salsa cita decurrere puppi,
caerula uerrentes abiegnis aequora palmis.
diua quibus retinens in summis urbibus arces
ipsa leui fecit uolitantem flamine currum,
pinea coniungens inflexae texta carinae.
Peliaco once descended from the clear whirlpool
declared Neptune of the sea during a flood to Phasodos
to the wave and the end of Aeetaos, when the young chosen,
Gaius Argiuae gave his strength to the people,
they gilded the chosen skin turned away from Colchis
to be prepared in a shallow place salted
and set in a hurry for the ship,
The sea was swept clean of wood and the palm made smooth.
The divine goddess who observed into the greatest
the City and protected herself made smooth flying
about the priest and chariot,
bent the pines together weaving the ship.
Theres gonna be another sneak peak coming soon. And Im also having problems with Lesbia. but more on that next time.
Catullus out...
Some people are just nasty
June 19, 692
Egnatius is this guy i know and he is so gross. Lesbia agrees with me too. So I decided to write this about him. I think its pretty funny. And writing it totally helped me relax.
EGNATIVS, quod candidos habet dentes,
renidet usque quaque. si ad rei uentum est
subsellium, cum orator excitat fletum,
renidet ille; si ad pii rogum fili
lugetur, orba cum flet unicum mater,
renidet ille. quidquid est, ubicumque est,
quodcumque agit, renidet: hunc habet morbum,
neque elegantem, ut arbitror, neque urbanum.
quare monendum est te mihi, bone Egnati.
si urbanus esses aut Sabinus aut Tiburs
aut pinguis Vmber aut obesus Etruscus
aut Lanuuinus ater atque dentatus
aut Transpadanus, ut meos quoque attingam,
aut quilubet, qui puriter lauit dentes,
tamen renidere usque quaque te nollem:
nam risu inepto res ineptior nulla est.
nunc Celtiber es: Celtiberia in terra,
quod quisque minxit, hoc sibi solet mane
dentem atque russam defricare gingiuam,
ut quo iste uester expolitior dens est,
hoc te amplius bibisse praedicet loti.
Egnatius, because you have radient teeth, they shine to everyone. If the thing comes up to the bench, when the speaker stirs from weeping, those shine; if to mourn the blessed dead son on the funeral pyre, cry for the only mothers who are childless, those shine. Because of this, wherever is, drive however many, they shine: They have death, nor elegant, to judge, neither city wit. Remind me how you, good Egnatius. If the city is or Sabines or Tiber or the rich Vimber or the rich Etrsucans or Lanuuinus black and the teeth and beyond, that my likewise touch, or that it pleases, that you wash your teeth with pus 3 times a day, yet all the way that and be unwilling: for silly laughter is trifling thing not existing. Now the Celtiberae: The Celtiberae in the land, which will urinate, this they became accustomed to mourn the teeth and rub hard with red gum, that your teeth are, this you drink greatly before you wash and bathe.
See i told you guys. Lesbia and I are doing great but Im still unsure if it will really last. well time will tell
Catullus out...
Egnatius is this guy i know and he is so gross. Lesbia agrees with me too. So I decided to write this about him. I think its pretty funny. And writing it totally helped me relax.
EGNATIVS, quod candidos habet dentes,
renidet usque quaque. si ad rei uentum est
subsellium, cum orator excitat fletum,
renidet ille; si ad pii rogum fili
lugetur, orba cum flet unicum mater,
renidet ille. quidquid est, ubicumque est,
quodcumque agit, renidet: hunc habet morbum,
neque elegantem, ut arbitror, neque urbanum.
quare monendum est te mihi, bone Egnati.
si urbanus esses aut Sabinus aut Tiburs
aut pinguis Vmber aut obesus Etruscus
aut Lanuuinus ater atque dentatus
aut Transpadanus, ut meos quoque attingam,
aut quilubet, qui puriter lauit dentes,
tamen renidere usque quaque te nollem:
nam risu inepto res ineptior nulla est.
nunc Celtiber es: Celtiberia in terra,
quod quisque minxit, hoc sibi solet mane
dentem atque russam defricare gingiuam,
ut quo iste uester expolitior dens est,
hoc te amplius bibisse praedicet loti.
Egnatius, because you have radient teeth, they shine to everyone. If the thing comes up to the bench, when the speaker stirs from weeping, those shine; if to mourn the blessed dead son on the funeral pyre, cry for the only mothers who are childless, those shine. Because of this, wherever is, drive however many, they shine: They have death, nor elegant, to judge, neither city wit. Remind me how you, good Egnatius. If the city is or Sabines or Tiber or the rich Vimber or the rich Etrsucans or Lanuuinus black and the teeth and beyond, that my likewise touch, or that it pleases, that you wash your teeth with pus 3 times a day, yet all the way that and be unwilling: for silly laughter is trifling thing not existing. Now the Celtiberae: The Celtiberae in the land, which will urinate, this they became accustomed to mourn the teeth and rub hard with red gum, that your teeth are, this you drink greatly before you wash and bathe.
See i told you guys. Lesbia and I are doing great but Im still unsure if it will really last. well time will tell
Catullus out...
I hate dudes
June 14, 692
They think they are so awesome but really they suck. Theres this group of d-bags that hang at this tavern that Lesbia likes and they always hit on her. I'm so tired of this. And instead of slashing the tires on their cars I decided to deal with my aggression constructively.
ad contubernales et Egnatium
SALAX taberna uosque contubernales,
a pilleatis nona fratribus pila,
solis putatis esse mentulas uobis,
solis licere, quidquid est puellarum,
confutuere et putare ceteros hircos?
an, continenter quod sedetis insulsi
centum an ducenti, non putatis ausurum
me una ducentos irrumare sessores?
atqui putate: namque totius uobis
frontem tabernae sopionibus scribam.
puella nam mi, quae meo sinu fugit,
amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
consedit istic. hanc boni beatique
omnes amatis, et quidem, quod indignum est,
omnes pusilli et semitarii moechi;
tu praeter omnes une de capillatis,
cuniculosae Celtiberiae fili,
Egnati. opaca quem bonum facit barba
et dens Hibera defricatus urina.
In the tavern there are lustful brothers,
The brothers hang around the nine pillars,
You think that you alone have dicks,
You alone bid for them, that whatever girl is there,
Wants to lie with them and the rest he-goats?
Can it be that, you who sit unbroken, stupid
for a hundred ( two hundred, perhaps?), none of you intend to think
while I alone have two hundred time oral than the loungers?
But you think: I will not draw your whole face on the tavern and with it a dick.
The girl is mine, flee that of my curve,
She shall love none so great as her love,
For i wage war for the fight of her greatness,
Sit down over there. All this love is good and happy,
And indeed, that is unworthy,
All the little trifles and footpaths of adulterers;
Besides you all only have one long hair,
Son of the Celtiberians who abound in rabbits, Egnati,
They make their dark beards
And rub their teeth with urine like the Hiberus.
Man, I am so tired of people. but I've always got Lesbia.
Catullus out...
They think they are so awesome but really they suck. Theres this group of d-bags that hang at this tavern that Lesbia likes and they always hit on her. I'm so tired of this. And instead of slashing the tires on their cars I decided to deal with my aggression constructively.
ad contubernales et Egnatium
SALAX taberna uosque contubernales,
a pilleatis nona fratribus pila,
solis putatis esse mentulas uobis,
solis licere, quidquid est puellarum,
confutuere et putare ceteros hircos?
an, continenter quod sedetis insulsi
centum an ducenti, non putatis ausurum
me una ducentos irrumare sessores?
atqui putate: namque totius uobis
frontem tabernae sopionibus scribam.
puella nam mi, quae meo sinu fugit,
amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
consedit istic. hanc boni beatique
omnes amatis, et quidem, quod indignum est,
omnes pusilli et semitarii moechi;
tu praeter omnes une de capillatis,
cuniculosae Celtiberiae fili,
Egnati. opaca quem bonum facit barba
et dens Hibera defricatus urina.
In the tavern there are lustful brothers,
The brothers hang around the nine pillars,
You think that you alone have dicks,
You alone bid for them, that whatever girl is there,
Wants to lie with them and the rest he-goats?
Can it be that, you who sit unbroken, stupid
for a hundred ( two hundred, perhaps?), none of you intend to think
while I alone have two hundred time oral than the loungers?
But you think: I will not draw your whole face on the tavern and with it a dick.
The girl is mine, flee that of my curve,
She shall love none so great as her love,
For i wage war for the fight of her greatness,
Sit down over there. All this love is good and happy,
And indeed, that is unworthy,
All the little trifles and footpaths of adulterers;
Besides you all only have one long hair,
Son of the Celtiberians who abound in rabbits, Egnati,
They make their dark beards
And rub their teeth with urine like the Hiberus.
Man, I am so tired of people. but I've always got Lesbia.
Catullus out...
Too Perfect
June 10, 692
I'm crazy about her you guys. I just can't explain it. All I know is that this whole thing has really given a boost to my writing skills.
ad Lesbiam
QVAERIS, quot mihi basiationes
tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
furtiuos hominum uident amores:
tam te basia multa basiare
uesano satis et super Catullo est,
quae nec pernumerare curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
Ask me how many of your kisses, Lesbia,
May be enough and great.
How great a number reclining on Libyan sand
Producing a Cyrenian silphium
Between The writhing oracle of Jupiter
And the sacred tomb of Battus;
Or how many stars, when the silent night,
They see the secret love of the people:
So your kisses many frenzied kisses
Are enough and are above Catullus’,
Which neither count out busybodies
Nor are able create bad words.
But you know, I just cant help but think this whole thing is too perfect. Maybe Im just reading too much into stuff.
Catullus out...
I'm crazy about her you guys. I just can't explain it. All I know is that this whole thing has really given a boost to my writing skills.
ad Lesbiam
QVAERIS, quot mihi basiationes
tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
furtiuos hominum uident amores:
tam te basia multa basiare
uesano satis et super Catullo est,
quae nec pernumerare curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
Ask me how many of your kisses, Lesbia,
May be enough and great.
How great a number reclining on Libyan sand
Producing a Cyrenian silphium
Between The writhing oracle of Jupiter
And the sacred tomb of Battus;
Or how many stars, when the silent night,
They see the secret love of the people:
So your kisses many frenzied kisses
Are enough and are above Catullus’,
Which neither count out busybodies
Nor are able create bad words.
But you know, I just cant help but think this whole thing is too perfect. Maybe Im just reading too much into stuff.
Catullus out...
Yay for me
June 8, 692
You guys will never believe this. Me and Lesbia are totally a couple. And to celebrate i wrote this awesome romance poem.
To Lesbia, About kisses
VIVAMUS mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus inuidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
We live my Lesbia and we love
and value the rumors of the
old men at less than one cent!
The sun is able to rise and fall,
while we have this brief light,
night is the perpetual sleep.
give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thiousand, then a second hundred,
then yet another thousand, the a hundred.
then when we have made many kisses,
we shall lie with this, for now,
while the evil is not able to penetrate,
when we have kisses.
I think I might be falling for this girl.
Catullus out...
You guys will never believe this. Me and Lesbia are totally a couple. And to celebrate i wrote this awesome romance poem.
To Lesbia, About kisses
VIVAMUS mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus inuidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
We live my Lesbia and we love
and value the rumors of the
old men at less than one cent!
The sun is able to rise and fall,
while we have this brief light,
night is the perpetual sleep.
give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thiousand, then a second hundred,
then yet another thousand, the a hundred.
then when we have made many kisses,
we shall lie with this, for now,
while the evil is not able to penetrate,
when we have kisses.
I think I might be falling for this girl.
Catullus out...
Homecoming
June 5, 692
Sorry I haven't posted anything for awhile but I was out on a boating trip. It was pretty cool. I went to Bithynia and it was so sweet. And when I got back Lesbia was waiting with all my friends for a welcome home party. I'm still recovering from that one. And on the way back I wrote this.
de phasello
PHASELVS ille, quem uidetis, hospites,
ait fuisse nauium celerrimus,
neque ullius natantis impetum trabis
nequisse praeterire, siue palmulis
opus foret uolare siue linteo.
et hoc negat minacis Hadriatici
negare litus insulasue Cycladas
Rhodumque nobilem horridamque Thraciam
Propontida trucemue Ponticum sinum,
ubi iste post phaselus antea fuit
comata silua; nam Cytorio in iugo
loquente saepe sibilum edidit coma.
Amastri Pontica et Cytore buxifer,
tibi haec fuisse et esse cognitissima
ait phaselus: ultima ex origine
tuo stetisse dicit in cacumine,
tuo imbuisse palmulas in aequore,
et inde tot per impotentia freta
erum tulisse, laeua siue dextera
uocaret aura, siue utrumque Iuppiter
simul secundus incidisset in pedem;
neque ulla uota litoralibus deis
sibi esse facta, cum ueniret a mari
nouissimo hunc ad usque limpidum lacum.
sed haec prius fuere: nunc recondita
senet quiete seque dedicat tibi,
gemelle Castor et gemelle Castoris.
It seems that ship, stranger,
which was the swiftest vessel,
and no attack from any floating vessel is able to get through,
weather the work might fly from the oars or the sails.
And this denied that menacing Adriatic
Was not the shore of the island of Cyclades
And noble Rhodes and the wild Thrace
And the sea of Marmora to without the peace of the Black Sea
(when before this was a future vessel it was a leafy forest—
For Mt. Cytorius in joining
Spoke often of the rustling of leaves).
Amastrius on the Black Sea and Mt. Cytorius producing box-wood,
Which has been and is known to this ship,
Made from the final origin you set up in the peak,
He drenched his palm in the sea;
And from that point on the sea boiled up for he was wild
He called the wind weather left or right,
Or weather Jupiter and at the same time the second occurred in the corner;
And not any avoided the shore where the god himself did the deed,
When he comes to the sea
The last which was this constantly clear lake.
But that before fled; now recognized
The old repose and he dedicated this,
The twin Castor and the twin Pollux.
I'm thinking that its gonna get pretty serious with Lesbia and I but you never know what the future holds.
Catullus out...
Sorry I haven't posted anything for awhile but I was out on a boating trip. It was pretty cool. I went to Bithynia and it was so sweet. And when I got back Lesbia was waiting with all my friends for a welcome home party. I'm still recovering from that one. And on the way back I wrote this.
de phasello
PHASELVS ille, quem uidetis, hospites,
ait fuisse nauium celerrimus,
neque ullius natantis impetum trabis
nequisse praeterire, siue palmulis
opus foret uolare siue linteo.
et hoc negat minacis Hadriatici
negare litus insulasue Cycladas
Rhodumque nobilem horridamque Thraciam
Propontida trucemue Ponticum sinum,
ubi iste post phaselus antea fuit
comata silua; nam Cytorio in iugo
loquente saepe sibilum edidit coma.
Amastri Pontica et Cytore buxifer,
tibi haec fuisse et esse cognitissima
ait phaselus: ultima ex origine
tuo stetisse dicit in cacumine,
tuo imbuisse palmulas in aequore,
et inde tot per impotentia freta
erum tulisse, laeua siue dextera
uocaret aura, siue utrumque Iuppiter
simul secundus incidisset in pedem;
neque ulla uota litoralibus deis
sibi esse facta, cum ueniret a mari
nouissimo hunc ad usque limpidum lacum.
sed haec prius fuere: nunc recondita
senet quiete seque dedicat tibi,
gemelle Castor et gemelle Castoris.
It seems that ship, stranger,
which was the swiftest vessel,
and no attack from any floating vessel is able to get through,
weather the work might fly from the oars or the sails.
And this denied that menacing Adriatic
Was not the shore of the island of Cyclades
And noble Rhodes and the wild Thrace
And the sea of Marmora to without the peace of the Black Sea
(when before this was a future vessel it was a leafy forest—
For Mt. Cytorius in joining
Spoke often of the rustling of leaves).
Amastrius on the Black Sea and Mt. Cytorius producing box-wood,
Which has been and is known to this ship,
Made from the final origin you set up in the peak,
He drenched his palm in the sea;
And from that point on the sea boiled up for he was wild
He called the wind weather left or right,
Or weather Jupiter and at the same time the second occurred in the corner;
And not any avoided the shore where the god himself did the deed,
When he comes to the sea
The last which was this constantly clear lake.
But that before fled; now recognized
The old repose and he dedicated this,
The twin Castor and the twin Pollux.
I'm thinking that its gonna get pretty serious with Lesbia and I but you never know what the future holds.
Catullus out...
An encounter
May 20, 692
So Lesbia and I actually went on a date yesterday. It was pretty awesome. I really think we're connecting. I even did one of these txting things from the commercials on MTV and it said that we were a perfect match. And after our date last night i wrote this.
fletus passeris Lesbiae
LVGETE, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum uenustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae, passer,
deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,
nec sese a gremio illius mouebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.
at uobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella deuoratis:
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis
o factum male! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.
Mourn, o Veneres and Cupid,
And of all the lovely people that exist:
The sparrow is dead my girl,
The sparrow, my delicate girl,
Which you loved more than your own eyes
For he himself was honey-sweet and
Himself as well as a girl’s mother,
But circumstances at one time or point that at another
To the alone mistress constantly chirping:
For now that road has become dark,
From which they refuse to return.
But speak of bad, Dis of the evil darkness,
Who devours all good:
So keep away my good sparrow.
O evil deed! O poor little sparrow!
You my girl now eye the work of
This red swollen fledgling.
well there it is. right now im waiting to here from Lesbia....
Catullus out...
So Lesbia and I actually went on a date yesterday. It was pretty awesome. I really think we're connecting. I even did one of these txting things from the commercials on MTV and it said that we were a perfect match. And after our date last night i wrote this.
fletus passeris Lesbiae
LVGETE, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum uenustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae, passer,
deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,
nec sese a gremio illius mouebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.
at uobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella deuoratis:
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis
o factum male! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.
Mourn, o Veneres and Cupid,
And of all the lovely people that exist:
The sparrow is dead my girl,
The sparrow, my delicate girl,
Which you loved more than your own eyes
For he himself was honey-sweet and
Himself as well as a girl’s mother,
But circumstances at one time or point that at another
To the alone mistress constantly chirping:
For now that road has become dark,
From which they refuse to return.
But speak of bad, Dis of the evil darkness,
Who devours all good:
So keep away my good sparrow.
O evil deed! O poor little sparrow!
You my girl now eye the work of
This red swollen fledgling.
well there it is. right now im waiting to here from Lesbia....
Catullus out...
Monday, March 16, 2009
So It begins....
May 18, 692
Perhaps I am a fool or some kind of jester but my writing is sweet poetry. The thoughts that enter my mind and over power my desires compel me to act irrationally. So I beseech you, Internets, hear my call and let my poetry be super awesome.
Well now that I'm done praying to the all powerful Internetus, let me introduce myself. I'm Catullus and write about stuff. Awesome stuff. And today I met this chick at the forum and she totally digs me. So here's the first of hopefully many of my poems to her.
PASSER, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare appetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid lubet iocari
et solaciolum sui doloris,
credo ut tum grauis acquiescat ardor:
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
et tristis animi leuare curas!
Yeah I write in Latin, but only because I'm edgy like that. But here's a translation for all you barbaric heathens who can't talk the talk...
Sparrow, my girl’s pet,
With whom you play, when in the soft fold,
Whose attack upon her finger tip
And only provoke a harsh bite,
When I long for my shining
Joke to be pleasing which I know not,
And comfort your pain,
I believe, that then your severe tension subsided:
When I wish you would play the same way with me
And soothe my mind of my desire for you!
They bear As much as my girl is pleasingly
Leggy flees the golden apple,
Which loosens her belt.
Well that's the end of the first installment so I hope all you soon to be fans like it. And don't worry, I'll keep you posted on how it goes with that chick. I think her name was Lesbia.
Catullus out...
Perhaps I am a fool or some kind of jester but my writing is sweet poetry. The thoughts that enter my mind and over power my desires compel me to act irrationally. So I beseech you, Internets, hear my call and let my poetry be super awesome.
Well now that I'm done praying to the all powerful Internetus, let me introduce myself. I'm Catullus and write about stuff. Awesome stuff. And today I met this chick at the forum and she totally digs me. So here's the first of hopefully many of my poems to her.
PASSER, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare appetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid lubet iocari
et solaciolum sui doloris,
credo ut tum grauis acquiescat ardor:
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
et tristis animi leuare curas!
Yeah I write in Latin, but only because I'm edgy like that. But here's a translation for all you barbaric heathens who can't talk the talk...
Sparrow, my girl’s pet,
With whom you play, when in the soft fold,
Whose attack upon her finger tip
And only provoke a harsh bite,
When I long for my shining
Joke to be pleasing which I know not,
And comfort your pain,
I believe, that then your severe tension subsided:
When I wish you would play the same way with me
And soothe my mind of my desire for you!
They bear As much as my girl is pleasingly
Leggy flees the golden apple,
Which loosens her belt.
Well that's the end of the first installment so I hope all you soon to be fans like it. And don't worry, I'll keep you posted on how it goes with that chick. I think her name was Lesbia.
Catullus out...
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