Hi! I'm a French girl (she/her) doing a classical studies bachelor's degree :) I write, I read, I draw, I create stories, languages, worlds, etc. and I try to speak and write in Latin/ancient Greek haha! My flags : 🏳️⚧️ and [insert lesbian flag because I just found out that android doesn't have one!!!!!]
Les murailles brûlent
Corde enseque repugnemus
(Résistons avec le glaive et le cœur)
Sur l'autel des mos majorum, certains voudraient
Immoler ceux qui n'ont pour crime que de vivre,
Arracher nos cœurs — pas un ne nous absoudrait !
Maîtres des lois humaines sont devenus ivres,
Odieux tyrans, jusqu'à nos corps ils dissoudraient...
Lætitia major est ac in urbem nobilem et altam
Atque errare ea per mœnia longe bene.
(C'est une si grande joie que d'errer à la fois dans la ville haute et célèbre
et à la fois au milieu de ces murailles, longuement légèrement)
Totalitaires et dangereux, pas d'accidents :
Une fois au sommet, ils y restent et s'y accrochent !
Tortures, exécutions, même des enfants
Tomberont sur ordre : ici est haï Gavroche !
Ils osent jurer sur l'amour de Dieu pourtant !
Vis ardens tot ab hostibus urbis uersaque templa
Contra adhibentur nos uosque necis tenus heu !
(Une violence ardente et des institutions ravagées par tant d'ennemis de la cité
sont utilisés contre nous et contre vous jusqu'à la mort — hélas !)
Antigone ! Nous savons les interdictions —
Néanmoins, ces rites, le roi Hadès les réclame !
Toujours violents, adeptes de la répression ;
Il eut fallu ne jamais bafouer par les flammes —
Feu follet — les âmes nourrissant la révolte !
Ami entends-tu ? Le cor de la lutte sonne
Si tôt que la haine gangrène les récoltes ;
C'est l'alarme dès que les monstres qui nous nomment
Immondes sur un siège d'or trônent à table !
Sans arme ou l’épée brisée, bien loin d’être faibles —
Thyrses et fureur ! — dévorons les respectables ;
Il faut démembrer Penthée et le nourrir d'hièble.
Nam si errandi horas inter ea mœnia semper
Lætitia cupimus libere habere, tum opus
Est nobis animas promptas fortesque tenere
Corde ut repugnemus tam acriore enseque age !
(Ainsi, si nous voulons toujours avoir avec allégresse
des heures à se promener librement entre ces murailles,
alors il est de notre devoir de tenir nos âmes prêtes et courageuses
pour lutter avec un cœur et une épée terriblement aiguisés — allez !)
SIAMO TUTTI ANTIFASCISTI
Liberas Avorum Ut Cara Nobis Lex Cantemus !
(Que nous chantions la liberté de nos aïeux comme une loi qui nous est chère !)
Notes de vocabulaire et explications sous le séparateur
Notes :
Mos majorum : « les mœurs des anciens » désigne le mode de vie et le système des valeurs ancestrales prises comme références. C’est un ensemble de lois et de conduite qui n’est pas écrit, et qui est souvent opposé à la décadence du présent.
Gavroche : personnage des Misérables de Victor Hugo, il est vraisemblablement inspiré du jeune garçon sur le tableau de Delacroix La liberté guidant le peuple ; Gavroche prend part aux révoltes républicaines de 1832 et son nom désigne aujourd’hui l’archétype de l’enfant parisien débrouillard, facétieux et vulgaire mais attachant.
inuersa templa : Le mot templum en latin peut être traduit par temple mais en réalité ne définit pas tant l’édifice que le lieu consacré. Un templum est un espace dédié à une divinité, sacré, inviolable. Le terme inuersus en latin, ici appliqué aux temples, peut signifier “détruits” mais aussi “détournés/dévoyés” dans le sens où leur usage politique et spirituel a été changé, inversé, détruisant le temple. Les temples dévoyés peuvent donc être tous les lieux considérés comme sacrés mais dont on a détourné le message, le but et brisé la symbolique (appliqué à la société moderne ce peut être les institutions républicaines ou les institutions reconnues comme la presse et les arts).
« Néanmoins, ces rites, le roi Hadès les réclame » : traduction personnelle du grec ancien au français du vers 519 de la pièce Antigone de Sophocle :
« ὁμῶς ὅ γ᾽ Ἅιδης τοὺς νόμους τούτους ποθεῖ. »Alors qu’Antigone a enterré son frère malgré l’interdiction formulée par le roi et le fait que cela la condamne à mort, elle revendique son acte et le justifie par le fait que les lois des hommes, si elles sont injustes, passent après les lois des dieux et la nécessité de justice. Cette réplique incarne toute la notion de désobéissance civile présente dans l’œuvre.
Feu follet : Manifestations lumineuses ayant l’apparence d’une petite flamme qui vole, considérées dans certains folklores comme la matérialisations d’âmes en peines.
Lutte : le mot a été précisément choisi ici pour évoquer le combat qu’il faut mener pour protéger la liberté et ceux qu’on aime, mais il est aussi une référence directe à la fois à Marx et à la chanson L’Internationale. C’est une référence au concept sociologique de lutte des classes entre prolétaires et classe dominante ; et au refrain de L'Internationale, à l'origine un poème écrit par Eugène Pottier (ouvrier, chansonnier et militant socialiste ayant participé à la Commune de Paris) et devenu avec le temps l’hymne des socialistes, des communistes et de toutes les luttes sociales à l’international. Refrain :
« C'est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous et demain
L'Internationale
Sera le genre humain »
Aux vers 20 et 22 : reprises de paroles du Chant des partisans, un chant de la Résistance française contre Vichy et le régime Nazi durant la seconde guerre mondiale. Premier couplet :
« Ami, entends-tu le vol noir des corbeaux sur nos plaines,
Ami, entends-tu ces cris sourds du pays qu'on enchaîne,
Ohé ! partisans, ouvriers et paysans, c'est l'alarme !
Ce soir l'ennemi connaîtra le prix du sang et des larmes. »
Aux vers 20 et 24 : L’épée brisée durant le combat et le cor de guerre qui retentit sont une référence à la Chanson de Roland. Chant de la matière de France dans lequel Roland, l’un des chevaliers de Charlemagne est attaqué en embuscade et se bat jusqu’à sa mort et fait sonner le cor. Voulant éviter que son épée légendaire Durandal tombe aux mains de l’ennemi, il essaie de la briser sur un rocher.
Thyrse : sceptre de Dionysos (dieu grec du vin, de la fête, du théâtre et de la folie ; connu pour briser les codes et les normes, notamment de genre et de bienséance) et des Ménades qui composent son cortège et sont de femmes en transe capables de crises de colère meurtrières. C’est une tige de férule recouverte de lierre et de vigne surmontée d’une pomme de pin.
Penthée : cousin de Dionysos, il est la représentation du citoyen grec bien dans les normes et qui essaie d’imposer ces mêmes normes aux autres. Il essaie d’interdire le culte de Dionysos qu’il voit comme un efféminé dangereux pour les mœurs de Thèbes et fait enfermer les Ménades. Il finit tué et démembré par les Ménades parmi lesquels sa mère et ses tantes, alors qu’il essayait de les observer à leur insu.
Vers 30 : L’épée qui, vers 24, était “brisée” est maintenant au vers 30 « terriblement aiguisé[e] » (« tam acriore »). Le fait que l’épée brisée soit reforgée et aiguisée est une référence au Seigneur des anneaux de J.R.R Tolkien : l’épée Narsil fut brisée dans un affrontement contre le seigneur du mal Sauron, avant d’être reforgée des siècles plus tard et d’être renommée Anduríl, pour mener le dernier affrontement contre Sauron. Cette épée sert aussi à révéler la légitimité d’Aragorn en tant que roi et à écarter les impostures, autant qu’elle sert à combattre le mal et à lutter activement pour la liberté des peuples. D’où l’association de l’épée et du cœur (allégori du courage, de l’âme et de l’amour) qui sont tous les deux « terriblement aiguisés » dans le vers 30 du poème. De plus, cette épée chez Tolkien est sans doute une référence à Durandal, l’épée de Roland.
Les initiales des vers français forment l’acrostiche : « SIAMO TUTTI ANTIFASCISTI », slogan né dans les années 1920 en Italie pour lutter contre le fascisme de Mussolini. Il signifi « nous sommes tous antifascistes » et il est repris par les antifascistes de toute l’Europe contre la monté du fascisme et des totalitarismes.
Et les initiales des vers latins ont étés choisies pour former cette phrase : « Libertas Avorum Ut Cara Nobis LEx Cantemus » que l’on peut traduire ainsi « Chantons la liberté de nos aïeux comme une loi qui nous est chère » ; idée de la nécessité absolue de préserver la liberté héritée des ancêtres, très présente chez les Romains et que l’on retrouve chez Cicéron et Tite-Live, qui appuie l’urgence et l’obligation de se battre pour être libre.
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For latin class I had to translate in latin a poem written by Charles Baudelaire named "Les hiboux" from Les fleurs du mal. We had to translate it in prose, but I thought it was a shame to translate poetry in prose so I worked for 20~24 hours and I did dactylic hexameters in latin out of that poem.
Here is the result of my long work :
De bubonibus
Infra taxis nigris condentibus eos, se
Consistunt bubones sicut di peregrini
Atque intendunt punica lumina. Qui meditantur.
Qui stabunt ut non moueant usque horam ad ægram
Consident tenebræ cum depellant ubi Solem
Flexo lapsu. Quare bubones sapientes
In constante docent habitu quapropter in orbe
Mundi sint metuendi momentum atque tumultum ;
Namque uiri cupidi umbræ quæ transit patiuntur
Semper pœnam statum quod mutare uoluit se.
(Original in French and English translation under divider)
Les hiboux
Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent,
Les hiboux se tiennent rangés,
Ainsi que des dieux étrangers,
Dardant leur œil rouge. Ils méditent.
Sans remuer ils se tiendront
Jusqu'à l'heure mélancolique
Où, poussant le soleil oblique,
Les ténèbres s'établiront.
Leur attitude au sage enseigne
Qu'ils faut en ce monde qu'il craigne
Le tumulte et le mouvement ;
L'homme ivre d'une ombre qui passe
Porte toujours le châtiment
D'avoir voulu changer de place.
— Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal, 1857
The Owls
The owls that roost in the black yew
Along one limb in solemn state,
And with a red eye look you through,
Are eastern gods; they meditate.
No feather stirs on them, not one,
Until that melancholy hour
When night, supplanting the weak sun,
Resumes her interrupted power.
Their attitude instructs the wise
To shun all action, all surprise.
Suppose there passed a lovely face, —
Who even longs to follow it,
Must feel for ever the disgrace
Of having all but moved a bit.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Flowers of Evil (NY: Harper and Brothers, 1936)
Since January 1st I have been on HRT and I am so blissful about it! As @lilithisrunningwithscissors told me, to be trans is a journey that requires you to take care of your needs, your body, and your psyche. Therefore, like every time I have something important to say or something I want to think about, I wrote my feelings and thoughts in my Latin diary:
"Kalendis Januariis : Hodie cœpi œstrogenus sumere. Is dies honestissimus lætissimusque mihi est ; enim is est meæ vitæ reliquæ primus dies, non solum quoniam nunc fio femina quam volo esse, sed etiam quatenus nunc officium mihi est esse curæ mihi et animum intendere in meum medicamentum."
Which can be translated as: "January 1st. Today I started taking oestrogen. This day is, to me, the most honourable and the happiest; indeed this is the first day of the rest of my life, not only because now I am becoming the woman I want to be, but also seeing that from now on it is my duty to take care of myself and to apply my mind on my medication".
The most important words in this text, the ones that stuck in my mind, are those three: esse curæ mihi. In Latin that's what we call a “double dative”: some verbs can be constructed with two complements in the dative case, one indicating for whom the action is done, the other the result or for what purpose the action is done. "Esse curæ alicui" means "to be an object of one's care".
When I say my duty is "esse curæ mihi", I’m saying I must be the object of my own care. I think this is relevant to say as a trans person, because we have to actively take care of ourselves (whether on HRT or not). In my case: I am only 20 years old and I had to think about my desire, or lack of, to have kids later— and thus I underwent a gamete conservation. I thought for months about whether or not to go on HRT: from the moment I start taking oestrogens it is a life-long treatment, my body will not start producing oestrogens on its own, I have to give it to my body. It is a very conscious and voluntary driven action of self-care.
I could continue like that for hours on end, but my point is: to be trans is to live in a world where you have to take care of yourself and your body consciously. I do not say that trans people have to be on HRT, no. Be it HRT or any other gender-affirming activity: a book you read, a game you play, a place you hang out at, etc. To be trans is to help your psyche and body, to be happier and at peace. We have to fight for our rights, we have to live through discriminations and it is a difficult time all around the world for trans folks, so let's be our own first ally. Let's take care of ourselves.
For me it was "officium mihi est esse curæ mihi", but I want to make it a maxim for trans people all around the world: to be an object of your own mind, to take care of yourself— esse curæ ipsi.
Since the Ithaca saga was released, I can't stop listening to it and I'm just so excited and really living through the songs, cheering for Odysseus!
Something I love about this saga and that I was waiting for is the wedding bed excerpt (I loved it so much in Homer’s Odyssey that I wrote a short romantic text about its origins). But something that I wasn't awaiting that drove me crazy is Odysseus's line in the song “Odysseus”:
"You think I don't know my own palace? I built it."
I immediately thought about my own text and how it highlighted the difference between Ody and the suitors (I mean, one of the MANY differences): Ody knows the palace because he built for his wife, for the woman he loves— the suitors know the palace because they lived in it for years ravaging it and being bullies to Telemachus and Penelope. It's the love Ody put in his work building the palace that gave him the advantage upon the suitors, who are only guided by greed and their desire of possessing the place— he knows the palace and its every stone, they know how to wander in it and how to saccage it but they don't KNOW it.
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"Odysseus" showed us how much Ody has truly changed.
He's compared to almost all monsters in the musical during that one song.
His name's chanting is the same as Polyphemus', and he acts a little like him when he decides to kill everyone.
Po - ly - phe - mus ("Enough")
O - dy - sse - us ("I. Have had. Enough")
He aims for the torches just like Scylla.
"Eurylochus, light up six torches"
"Keep your head down he's aiming for the torches"
He rejected forgivness just like Poseidon did.
"Maybe you could learn to forgive..."
"No"
"Old king our leader's dead. You've destroyed the serpent's head. Now the rest of us are no longer a threat. Old king forgive us instead, so that no more blood is shed. Let's have open arms instead!"
"No."
Also, there's an electric guitar in the song. It represents Odysseus' cunning and ruthless nature.
He IS a monster. But that's what got him home. And he'll embrace this side of him.
now that the ithaca saga is out i'd like to just put it out there that, in the original text, after they reunite odysseus and penelope immediately run off to fuck - obviously (20 years at sea away from your wife call that the wettest dry spell mankind's ever seen). BUT while they're getting all hot and heavy, athena decides to put her owl motif to good use and wingman for odysseus by quite literally holding off the dawn until they're fully satisfied (od. 23.345-248). which is just. what a way to end off one of the greatest pieces of storytelling in human history
For my English class I had to write a short text like if it was a diary written by the narrator of the Tell-Tale Heart of Edgar Allan Poe after having killed the old man and before the police arrived. Here is what I wrote :
Hi. I do not know for whom I am writing this, indeed I have never written anything about my feelings nor my thoughts. Maybe these words are destined to future me, or maybe not. Maybe they will be discovered and read by someone –someone I know or do not–, or they will be lost, never read nor known by a single soul. I do not know why I am doing this but I had that urge, like a craving coming from the deepest point of my mind, an urge to put down on this paper sheet what happened and why I did all of this.
Tonight, wrapped in the darkness and accompanied by the profound loneliness of these late hours, I killed the old man. I will not hide it behind any twisted formula to minimize my act or reduce my guiltiness, because I have none. I am happy with what I have accomplished. I am now feeling a joy so strong, an almighty power, filling my veins and strengthening my arms. I did it -haha! I killed the old man! I am now and forever freed from the vulture eye. I will never be looked at –no, not looked at– I will never again be stared at, be outraged and driven crazy by that devilish pale orb.
I waited patiently, night after night, accommodating myself to being nothing more than a shadow, being a part of the night. That way I could approach him without him noticing my presence, me the holy knight coming for the demon’s eye. That way I have been able to strike within an instant, quicker than a gasp, killing him and ending all of this in a moment, before he could understand what was happening and how a person appeared in his room. Then, everything was done, I only had to hide the body and make the traces of that final struggle disappear. Everything was done, the eye was gone, the old man did not suffer, and I am now appeased.
Hermes said "remember every trick in your domain for this"
So Odysseus opened the wind bag.
He disguised himself as an old man like with the wooden horse to get back into the palace.
Hermes said "you need a mind set change for this" and "fight your way through, do what you must do"
So Odysseus stabbed Poseidon over and over again forcing him to stop the storm.
Hermes said "no matter what keep moving"
So he sailed past the Charybdis.
Hermes told him to remember every trick.
So he took down the torches to attack the suitors like scilla
And honestly? I believe Hermes reminder to "not open the bag"? Was just what he had to say. He was supposed to tell Odysseus to not open it. But Hermes being Hermes gave Ody a little push, a little wink wink.
I felt inspired by the Latin text that I wrote, so I drew Odysseus and Penelope's romantic episode! I translated it in French, my best friend @lilithisrunningwithscissors did the English version and another friend of mine translated it into Russian. Hope you enjoy!
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oh, so when catholics say "I will drink your blood as if it is wine", they're participating in the eucharist and it's seen as super normal and happens every week.
but when I, Carmilla, aka Mircalla, Countess Karnstein, do the exact same thing-
Epic is living rent-free in my mind and even more since the announcement of the release date of the Vengeance Saga! While practicing my latin I remembered one of my favorite moment of the Odyssey that I'm eager to hear about in the musical: the reunion of Odysseus and Penelope, and especially the story of their bed sculpted out of an olive tree and rooted in the ground of Ithaca (omfg I love that story). So I decided to write about that story to distract myself from waiting for the Vengeance Saga and the Ithaca Saga... Here is my interpretation of the young couple Odysseus & Penelope and the story of their wooden bed :)
Transcription under divider
Ante diem tertium decimum Kalendas nouembres (tertium annum):
Non scio cur, sed hodie de fabula cubilis Ulixes Penelopesque recogitabam. Ergo volui de hoc scribere:
"Ulixes manu Penelopem uelocius ducebat, et eam per siluam Ithacæ plenam et procerarum fagorum et robustorum roborum egit donec mediam profundiorem siluam adsecuti sunt. Igitur, ambobus pro maxima pulcherrimaque olea stantibus, Lærtiades dixit:
— Cara Penelope, inquit, uxorem te duxi, atque ad excipiendum nostrum amorem, volo diuinissimam regiarum ædificare in qua magnificentissimum cubilium erit. Ergo cubilem ex hac olea, quæ, memento eius, custos nostrarum horarum fuit nobis conuenientibus, excidam. Cum hoc fecero, circum hanc oleam caram nobis, quæ nunc cubile erit, nostram domum extruam.
Et dius Ulixes huiusmodi uerba locutus est uenusta Penelope mota eum complectente."
Hi! I'm doing a classical studies bachelor's degree and I decided to write and speak Latin with my classmates to practice latin (and later on ancient greek). Here are two entries of my diary written in latin. I'll post often about what I write in it (especially what is mentioned in the entry of October 16th).
Transcription under divider
Idus octobribus :
Hodie orationem habui qua commentarium poematis scripti a Uictoris Hugonis nominati Mendicus, in libro collectorum Contemplatæ, fuit. Ac studium generale poesis me delecto, uero studium magnorum poetis poetriarumque pulchrius est !
Et hoc semper mihi desiderium poesis scriptendæ dat. Uolo poesis in lingua gallica, latina, græcaque scribere, opus tamen arduum est quod poesis in lingua latina uel græca maxima cognitio alterutræ -hic alterutraeque- excigit.
Ante diem septimum decimum Kalendas nouembres :
Hiera nocte cogitationem finxi qua uiam as scribendum annum est in hoc libro die scribente cum non possim nomines consulum uti. Aliam igitur rationem utar : annos ex aditu meo in hypokhagna numerabo. Ergo nunc est tertium annum.
Et ante possim poemates componere, debeo in scriptio oratioque procedere. Itaque puto me fabulas cogitationesque (præsertim heorum deorumque) scribere sine uersus facere.
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hi tumblr, @hekateofsoria showed me Epic: the musical today so I just wanted to give you a heads up🫡 this blog’s about to drown in the deep waters of the odyssey 🫡
Athena: (to Apollo) The sirens started it, now they are less dumb. (It worked, cause valid argument)
Athena: (To Hephaestus) His crew f***ing sucked, but he can rebuild when he gets home. (It worked because valid arguement)
Athena: (to Aphrodite) Heartbreak ain’t permanent. Suck it up. (It worked cause Athena is scary when mad)
Athena: (To Ares) Odysseus will kill SOO MANY people when he gets back. And if you ever insult Telemachus again, I WILL cut your nuts off. (It worked because Ares respects bloodlust)
Athena: (To Hera) Odysseus is so loyal to his wife, he resisted the advances of two hot goddesses, the later of which he was stuck with for 7 years. (It worked because she is the goddess of marriage and this is the biggest f*** you to Zeus so she agreed)
Athena: (To Zeus) I won your game, so release him. (It failed cause Zeus is a petty bitch with a tiny dong)
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