عندما كانت مقدمة السفينة تشق عباب البحر العاصف ، وتضرب بالمجاديف الأمواج التى كساها زبد البحلر ذو اللون الأبيض، نظريات النيريديات من خلال زبد البحر إلى ذلك الشئ الغريب الذى يتجول هناك فى ذلك اليوم ، وليس فى يوم آخر رأى أفراد البشر بعيونهم حوريات البحر وهن يقفزن من بين الأمواج البيضاء عاريات أجسادهن حتى الصدور ، عندئذ قبل إن بيليوس" أصابه لهيب الحب نحو "ثيتيس" ومن ثم فإن "ثيتيس" لم تحتقر الزواج من بنى البشر ، ثم عرف الأب نفسه بقلبه أن بيليوس" يحب ان يرتبط بالحورية " ثيتيس" ومن ثم فإن "ثيتيس " لم تحتقر الزواج من بنى البشر ، ثم عرف الأب نفسه بقلبه أن "بيليوس"
Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca. 84 BC – ca. 54 BC) was a Roman poet of the 1st century BC. His surviving works are still read widely, and continue to influence poetry and other forms of art. Catullus invented the "angry love poem."
الجزء ده أفضل من الجزء الأول بكتير... وجود معجم للأعلام كان مفيد.... كمان كان أحيانًا بيكون فيه حواشي توضيحية بس كانت محتاجة تزيد بصراحة.... المقدمة أطول بكتير من مقدمة الجزء الأول فكانت شاملة لجزئيات أكتر عن كاتولّوس وحركة التجديد السكندري في روما اللي كان بينتميلها وعن أسلوبه وحياته بالتأكيد. أما عن القصائد نفسها بقى فكان فيها تنوع ما بين أناشيد الزواج ... الأشعار المترجمة... المليحمة... قصائد عن الأصدقاء... عن حبيبته ليسبيا... عن وفاة أخيه... هجائيات... كان فيه تنوع كبير بس رغم تنوع المواضيع إلا إنه حافظ في قصايده على سمات حركة التجديد السكندري في روما. كنت أتمنى يكون فيه تعليق على القصايد لأن فيه قصايد فكرتها مش واضحة فكنت بضطر أفتح كتب تانية علشان أقرا التعليق عليها.
10+ years ago i read a much older translation for dominick argento's "i hate and i love" choral cycle. the mitchell transition made me laugh out loud multiple times - catullus truly was rome's finest r/relationships poster and reply guy.
From 22, "Oh, speaking of Suffenus, whom you know..."
What's going on here? How can such a clever fellow suddenly turn into a dope who's coarser than the coarsest country bumpkin the moment he sits down to write a poem?
And yet he's never happier than when he's writing verse; he hugs himself, he thinks he's awesome, the god's gift to Roman culture. Ah well, aren't we all like that? There's no one who isn't a Suffenus in some sense; everyone has a knapsack of his faults behind his back, but none of us can see it. (31)
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People say that you're pretty, Ameana, though your nose is too long, your feet undainty, eyes dull, fingers too thich, and when you open your wet lips, there's a tongue without refinement. Concubine of that bankrupt prick Mamurra, do the yokels compare you with our truly stunning Lesbia? Oh this age--this tasteless, coarse, unmannerly, stupid age we live in!
85
I hate and I love. Perhaps you are wondering how this can be. I don't know, but I feel it and am in torment.
This has been a delight. A censored edition, however beautifully structured, which illustrates the important moments in the life of Catullus. I have loved this edition which I read with Ancona’s Writing Passion.
One of the most vulgar books I've read and one of the most lively, this translation of Catullus' verse, by Carl Sesar, presents en face translations of all the poems except for seven long ones and seven random others. Sesar notes that the remaining poems are "the poems I felt most and love the best," and it shows in his translations.
These poems veer from vituperation for Catullus legion of enemies, to love for various women and men, to despair upon the death of his brother, making these lyric poems of the entire human experience. These are not simply pretty little lyrics. They are words felt and thus written down, and they are filled with wit, including the most witty vulgarity I've ever read. Reading these poems, I can see from which well the Earl of Rochester drew his inspiration.
I do not know Latin, but I know enough Romance languages to see the meaning in individual words, if not the syntax that threads them together, so when I read the vulgarity in the Sesar's English I let my eyes slip to the Latin at the left, and I confirmed that the artful and direct profanity in the original. The word "irrumabo," close enough to its English cognate for me to understand, appears with hilarious frequency, and once, in a flash of irreverent profanity, Catullus compares a man's lips to "mulae cunnus," all at once comparing him to female genitalia, associated him with a lowly animal, and giving him status as a being that cannot even bear progeny. I'm not sure we have this kind of skill to use profanity anymore.
Yet the profanity is only part of the allure here. I bought this book primarily for the 101st poem to Catullus' brother, a tender and heartfelt poem, but I found many other things here. An entire life.
The copy I bought yesterday includes an inscription to an unknown Daniel (who, to my mind, duplicates the many named but otherwise unknown people in Catullus' poems), and the dedication Sesar gives is
Quod habe tibi quid quod hoc libelli qualecumque . . . .
I review this from a position of complete ignorance, both of the original Latin poetry of Catullus or of any traditional translation of his works. So this was completely new to me & I enjoyed it a lot. I suspect a lot of of reviews of Catullus will use the word "bawdy" but it certainly fits - the tone is often conversational, lewd, or derogatory. Certainly a mile away from the lyricism that seems to be modern day poetry's default mode (which takes a bit of attuning to).
It's certainly intrigued me to find out more about Catullus, and the Latin poets in general, which I assume was the translator's intention. And I do love the fact that self-publishing has opened the door for projects like this, an obvious labour of love which wouldn't have seen the light of day in the pre-ebook age one feels.