No Words: May 29, 2017

Midnight Requiem

T. S. Eliot: Do I dare to eat a peach?


Allman Brothers: Eat a peach.

Hexameter

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Fellini's Greek Class: eh-mar-psa-men

Amarcord (1973)

The poem is by Archilochos of Paros (680-645 B.C.).

The text in Greek:

Επτά νεκρών γα\ρ πεσόντων,

οu$ς ε)μάρψαμεν ποσίν

Χείλιοι ει)με/n φονήες 

Translation:

Of the seven fallen corpses
we trampled with our feet
we were the thousand killers.

A BEATNIK DISCOURSE, etc.

2/15/17

SIDE BLOG: INTO THE PORCHES

The goat-georgic below is also the first entry in a new blog I have begun, Into the Porches, where the reader will find the poems I shall be sending, on a daily basis, to the White House. Not the protest poems you may expect, and surely deserve, but strictly dulce et utile, prodesse aut delectare, for it is to be sweet and useful, didactic and delectable, that one strives. TC

                                                  And in the porches of mine ears did pour

                                                  The leprous distilment

(Hamlet I.v)

been working hard on this one--hope you like it