Anger is brief madness: Seneca.
Vidius Pollio do you feel better
having thrown that slave into the new piscinia
with your lampreys in full bloom
attaching themselves to his vitals?
I hope so because
having witnessed that display
Augustus is going to plow your villa
completely under
His monuments decay, and death comes even to his marbles and his names: Ausonius.
That is one is torn between savage anger and trying
a little to enjoy the end of things like Ausonius.
Errantes silva in magna et sub luce maligna
inter harundineasque comas gravidumque papaver
et tacitos sine labe lacus, sine murmure rivos,
quorum per ripas nebuloso lumine marcent
fleti, olim regum et puerorum nomina, flores.
Errantes silva in magna et sub luce maligna
inter harundineasque comas gravidumque papaver
et tacitos sine labe lacus, sine murmure rivos,
quorum per ripas nebuloso lumine marcent
fleti, olim regum et puerorum nomina, flores.
and if we call on Helen:
They wander in deep woods, in mournful light,
Amid long reeds and drowsy headed poppies
And lakes where no wave laps, and voiceless streams,
Upon whose banks in the dim light grow old
Flowers that were once lamented names of kings.
Poetry or terrorism
manners and men?
choose one
mutate accordingly
