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Posted by zenhussy on June 9, 2003, at 18:43:04
In reply to I dreamed I was reading PSbabble, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 8:12:53
> And my post was answered. It said "This is Virgil's most famous aphorism in the mouth of his character Aeneas. It means You must choose between the pen and the sword."
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> I think I'm spending too much time here if it's apearing in my dreams.So Oddipus Rex,
What do you think our little sphnix means by their usage of such a statement?
Curiously,
zenhussy
Posted by Dinah on June 9, 2003, at 18:57:16
In reply to Re: I dreamed I was reading PSbabble » Oddipus Rex, posted by zenhussy on June 9, 2003, at 18:43:04
But that's ok. I frequently don't have a clue.
Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 19:59:24
In reply to Re: Cho Mach! Very Good! briar roses opens her mouth., posted by paxvox on June 7, 2003, at 20:04:34
Nisus ait: Dine hunc ardorem mentibus addunt, Euryale? An sua cuique Deus fit dira cupido? Aut pugnam, aut aliquid jamdudum invadere magnum, Mens agitat mihi! Nec placida contenta quiete est. Book9 184-187
Then Nisus thus: "Or do the gods inspire
This warmth, or make we gods of our desire?
A gen'rous ardor boils within my breast,
Eager of action, enemy to rest
exposcunt, mittique uiros qui certa reportent.
si tibi quae posco promittunt (nam mihi facti
fama sat est), tumulo uideor reperire sub illo posse uiam ad muros et moenia Pallantea.Book 9 193-196
The wakeful few the fuming flagon ply;
All hush'd around. Now hear what I revolve-
A thought unripe- and scarcely yet resolve.
Our absent prince both camp and council mourn;
> Nisus ait: Dine hunc ardorem mentibus addunt, Euryale? An sua cuique Deus fit dira cupido? Aut pugnam, aut aliquid jamdudum invadere magnum, Mens agitat mihi! Nec placida contenta quiete est.
> Exposcunt: mittique viros, qui certa reportent. Si tibi, quae posco, promittunt (nam mihi facti fama sat est,)tumulo videor reperire sub illo posse viam ad muros et maenia pallentea.
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> That's why I am known as Pax Vox!
Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 20:05:06
In reply to Feel as if I wandered into a private party., posted by Dinah on June 9, 2003, at 18:57:16
> But that's ok. I frequently don't have a clue.
Me too. I have no idea what's going on here. If we just all spoke Esperanto the world would be as one :)
Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 20:16:26
In reply to Re: I dreamed I was reading PSbabble » Oddipus Rex, posted by zenhussy on June 9, 2003, at 18:43:04
"The Sphinx, unlike the Pyramids, is carved out of the living rock"
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/3499/sphinx.htm
Well no wonder the sphinx was crying. I don't know about my dream though. Except the translation was wrong- I guess I don't have mysterious untapped powers after all.
> > And my post was answered. It said "This is Virgil's most famous aphorism in the mouth of his character Aeneas. It means You must choose between the pen and the sword."
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> > I think I'm spending too much time here if it's apearing in my dreams.
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> So Oddipus Rex,
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> What do you think our little sphnix means by their usage of such a statement?
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> Curiously,
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> zenhussy
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Posted by zenhussy on June 10, 2003, at 4:06:43
In reply to Feel as if I wandered into a private party., posted by Dinah on June 9, 2003, at 18:57:16
> But that's ok. I frequently don't have a clue.
Dinah,
You've a head full of clues. And I have to giggle at Oddipus's referrence to the board game in his subject line to you in this thread. : )
Public forum and thread open to all. I don't have a clue as to the Latin being tossed about but I'm still intrigued by this discussion.
I'll join ya in the clueless group.
zenhussy
Posted by zenhussy on June 10, 2003, at 4:11:42
In reply to Re: I dreamed I was reading PSbabble » zenhussy, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 20:16:26
a very little sphinx,
Are your tears from being trapped in rock for so many years? From being carved into what you are not?
I worry little one. Any way for you to add more to your choice of the pen vs. the sword?
zenh.
> "The Sphinx, unlike the Pyramids, is carved out of the living rock"
> http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/3499/sphinx.htm
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> Well no wonder the sphinx was crying. I don't know about my dream though. Except the translation was wrong- I guess I don't have mysterious untapped powers after all.> > > And my post was answered. It said "This is Virgil's most famous aphorism in the mouth of his character Aeneas. It means You must choose between the pen and the sword."
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> > > I think I'm spending too much time here if it's apearing in my dreams.> > So Oddipus Rex,
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> > What do you think our little sphnix means by their usage of such a statement?
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> > Curiously,
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> > zenhussy
Posted by Dinah on June 10, 2003, at 8:31:24
In reply to Colonel Mustard in the Library » Dinah, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 20:05:06
Posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 14:00:05
In reply to Little Sphinx? You out there?, posted by zenhussy on June 10, 2003, at 4:11:42
those sharp apron tied stringencies, battened by fat black food, muscles, clams, ugly ugly analogies, the grease of my first kiss, hard hot hands, the weight of boys is so much... and all rutheless agressors... all boys and rutheless agressors are laden with feelings of inferiority.... but not all boys are boys...that big dark man, that power that can't be contained, or had, or owned, ever ever ever, dark aeroplane man, lindburgh man, iron cross on my heart.
the only love, the only love that we can give that is real, that is real love, the only love we can give anyone else is the love we give to those whom we love more than ourselves. all other love is proxy, it is love for the please that those who we say we love give us, we love what makes us happy, no one really loves anyone. we must love those as if to say that we would gladly give our lives for them, the unly deed truely free from all evil is one which inflicts a pain upon ourselves...
and if you lie at the bottom of the ocean, the fish lie right back... jesus left them multiplying and multiplying and there seems to be no stopping them. they are amassing an army, gathering their darkness.
To know oneself, one should assert oneself. Psychology is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
Posted by zenhussy on June 10, 2003, at 14:10:04
In reply to smothered by my mother, in love with my father, posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 14:00:05
Posted by bobby on June 10, 2003, at 14:48:17
In reply to smothered by my mother, in love with my father, posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 14:00:05
Hi there,
I've been reading your posts and i am curious---what language are you speaking when you're not speaking english? I don't recognize it at all, but then that's not unusual! Also, what is your diagonsis? Mine's bipolar. I am also wondering if you are from the south(I am in Georgia).
Thanx for the time,
Bobby
Posted by paxvox on June 10, 2003, at 18:11:52
In reply to Re: Cho Mach! Very Good! briar roses opens her mouth. » paxvox, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 8, 2003, at 9:20:09
Lovely....clap, clap,.......lovely indeed!
PAX
Posted by paxvox on June 10, 2003, at 18:29:43
In reply to Translate please? » paxvox, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 8, 2003, at 12:18:59
Excellent! Excellent Rex! Geese, to think anyone still reads Virgil! Indeed, the quotes were taken from the 9th book of the Aeneid, and translate roughly as:
"Has Heaven (cried Nisus first) this warmth bestowed? Heaven? Or a thought that prompts me like a god? This glorious warmth, my friend, that breaks my rest? Some high exploit lies throbbing in my breast". And then futher down in that chapter:
"Join in one wish, our leader to recall. Now, would they give to you the prize I claim (for I could rest contented with the fame-)An easy road, I think, I can survey. Beneath yonder summit to direct my way."Well done, well done indeed, Rex!
My 5 years of Latin in H.S. and college didn't got totally to waste.
PAX
Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 10, 2003, at 18:49:33
In reply to Ripening up, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 9, 2003, at 19:59:24
That's where I found the translation finally. I forgot to cite my source. I'm not sure the second one is even right-I was down to counting lines trying to find it. I wish I knew Latin. I love words but I was never very good at languages.
I read a book recently "Seven Sisters" that was about a middle aged woman whose life changed via a class about Virgil.
Glad you liked my original translation too;-) I admit I'm easily amused which makes it easy for me to entertain myself.
> Nisus ait: Dine hunc ardorem mentibus addunt, Euryale? An sua cuique Deus fit dira cupido? Aut pugnam, aut aliquid jamdudum invadere magnum, Mens agitat mihi! Nec placida contenta quiete est. Book9 184-187
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> Then Nisus thus: "Or do the gods inspire
> This warmth, or make we gods of our desire?
> A gen'rous ardor boils within my breast,
> Eager of action, enemy to rest
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> exposcunt, mittique uiros qui certa reportent.
> si tibi quae posco promittunt (nam mihi facti
> fama sat est), tumulo uideor reperire sub illo posse uiam ad muros et moenia Pallantea.
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> Book 9 193-196
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> The wakeful few the fuming flagon ply;
> All hush'd around. Now hear what I revolve-
> A thought unripe- and scarcely yet resolve.
> Our absent prince both camp and council mourn;
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> > Nisus ait: Dine hunc ardorem mentibus addunt, Euryale? An sua cuique Deus fit dira cupido? Aut pugnam, aut aliquid jamdudum invadere magnum, Mens agitat mihi! Nec placida contenta quiete est.
> > Exposcunt: mittique viros, qui certa reportent. Si tibi, quae posco, promittunt (nam mihi facti fama sat est,)tumulo videor reperire sub illo posse viam ad muros et maenia pallentea.
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> > That's why I am known as Pax Vox!
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Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 10, 2003, at 18:54:16
In reply to Re: Ripening up via Dryden Pax, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 10, 2003, at 18:49:33
The book I mentioned was by Margaret Drabble.
I'll try to link it again.
Posted by Oddipus Rex on June 10, 2003, at 19:07:25
In reply to smothered by my mother, in love with my father, posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 14:00:05
Hi VLS That sounds reasonable to me. Grow or die.
I don't know how to respond to your posts but wanted to at least acknowledge you and wish you well.
> To know oneself, one should assert oneself. Psycholo gy is action, not thinking about oneself. We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
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Posted by shar on June 10, 2003, at 20:16:18
In reply to smothered by my mother, in love with my father, posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 14:00:05
well, I had a deeply, profound response that would have changed everyone's life forever...but, supper's ready.
:))
Shar
Posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 21:07:41
In reply to Re: smothered by my mother, in love with my father, posted by shar on June 10, 2003, at 20:16:18
sometimes the ugly duckling does not swan
sometimes good does not win over evil
sometimes man beats a woman down
sometimes your god hates you
sometimes a vagina is a curse
sometimes menapause comes early
sometimes time goes backwards
sometimes i look out beyond the eyes that look at me
sometimes i don't speak the language
sometimes i feel violated by your stare
sometimes i'm weak, mostly im weak
sometimes the power of cyphers is abused
sometimes we wait at night for dawn
sometimes you kiss me just right
sometimes i can sleep
sometimes an old daemon is better than a new god
sometimes a f#ck is just a f#ck
sometimes when you say, you don't mean
sometimes i realise
sometimes i never know
someday someday i will be in your memory forever and you shall never forget me.
Posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 21:16:15
In reply to sphinx, posted by bobby on June 10, 2003, at 14:48:17
> I've been reading your posts and i am curious---what language are you speaking when you're not speaking english?
i speak the language of madwomen, but exactly not madwomen, no, i speak the language of the whores of the pimps in Miserere, when they hold my hair, and push my head down... i know this is right, it's good to feel this way--- punished. a bad girl should be punished. i like to feel this way.
>I don't recognize it at all, but then that's not unusual! Also, what is your diagonsis? Mine's bipolar. I am also wondering if you are from the south(I am in Georgia).
the south, damn the south... it's pole is a damnation, oh that we lived on a flat earth, fom now on bobby, you are seccond saint, seccond saint, the south is a cancer upon the eastern seaboard... out there, on the grid... we touch for just a little while, and you see me in my pink nightie... delicate like a flower...
and then i devour you whole, i am not good for anyone... i eat men whole, like air.
and besides, if you must, im manic/depressive.... mostly manic... and god made me.
Posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 21:22:49
In reply to Little Sphinx? You out there?, posted by zenhussy on June 10, 2003, at 4:11:42
> Are your tears from being trapped in rock for so many years? From being carved into what you are not? I worry little one. Any way for you to add more to your choice of the pen vs. the sword?
i would gladly thrust the sword through the gut of the horrible hun agressors... but you, maybe... you seem delicate... i might kiss you on your little mouth... a little warm kiss... where you feel my heat contain you... and then i would own you... and you could do nothing but follow my command. your name is now drawn quarter.
drawn quarter, do you kiss?
Posted by zenhussy on June 10, 2003, at 21:43:51
In reply to Re: Little Sphinx? You out there? » zenhussy, posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 21:22:49
> i would gladly thrust the sword through the gut of the horrible hun agressors... but you, maybe... you seem delicate... i might kiss you on your little mouth... a little warm kiss... where you feel my heat contain you... and then i would own you... and you could do nothing but follow my command. your name is now drawn quarter.
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> drawn quarter, do you kiss?a very little sphinx,
yes dear I do kiss. Drawn quarter eh? I'm too tired to go figure out the referrence that is from but I'm sure it is esoteric and tasty.
My sweet little manic maiden how could you see my delicacy from so far?
Do your visions haunt you during daylight or in the ebony night?
I cannot be owned but I gladly give myself to one in need.
zenhussy
Posted by bobby on June 11, 2003, at 7:56:29
In reply to Re: sphinx not so far as the forrest.... » bobby, posted by a very little sphinx on June 10, 2003, at 21:16:15
Good day spinx,
I hope you start feeling better soon. you seem so tortured and down on yourself----thats never good. do you see yourself as a woman of questionable character? no one is past forgiveness and i hope you forgive yourself---besides i think i like your posts. so i am a second saint? Well what exactly is a second saint? Is that bad? I may be second but I'm definatly(sp?) no saint--ha! I tend to be manic most of the time too(and all that goes with it).Why do you harbor such distaste for the south? Have you had a bad experience here? I can tell you that i am not your typical racist redneck. i'm actually quite liberal. Please don't make a sweeping generalization about us--we're not all bad. Also, you say that you should be punished--sounds like you are doing enough of that by yourself. Don't beat yourself up little one. don't live in the past but rather for tomorrow for you know not what the day may bring forth. hope sphinx--that's what we all live for. I like hearing from you--i think you're o.k.---one manic to another.
Bobby
Posted by paxvox on June 11, 2003, at 19:22:29
In reply to Re: Ripening up via Dryden Pax, posted by Oddipus Rex on June 10, 2003, at 18:49:33
Actually, from an 1823 print (third American edition) of the works of Virgil, printed in NY by J&J Harper "for the use of schools as well as private gentlemen".[ Dryden's translations are scattered througout the works, as well as Lauderdale, Pitt and other classically-trained scholars. Dryden's prose is beautiful, indeed, but he does take some liberty with literal translation at the sake of the original syntax in order for it to fit his meter and rhyme]. Original leather bound book owned by my great-great grandfather,who had a "boy's academy" near Fredericksburg, VA from about 1830-1870. It was located on what used to be our family land (until about 1990),and called "Walnut Hill Academy". If you would like some Greek, I can do that for you too. I have a collection of several hundred of my G.G.G.F's books, most dating from about 1790-1870, all leather-bound with excellent frontispieces and tissue-covered pictures. Really gald to have them still in family hands.
Pax
Posted by a very little sphinx on June 12, 2003, at 15:54:22
In reply to Sphinx the tiny dancer, posted by bobby on June 11, 2003, at 7:56:29
torture.i don't feel it, i'm a stranger in a strange land. like the colonialists, i shoot fire from my hands... my mind races ahead of me and beyond those who see me. i am there before i leave.
moral character? i feel no shame. but i've done, questionable things.
the south, it is suspect. there are darknesses there that are unnameable... something you can only see out of the corner of your eye... not all souls are bad, nor maybe most... but, there are things i can not speak of that dwell therein.
i am an angel, firery i rose, and as i rose, deep thunder rolled around my shores, indignant--- burning with the fire of orc.
and you see me, as angel, surrounded by light, wisps of golden hair, my body, covered only by light robes, nearly transparent, my hands call to you... you hear my voice and yet my lips are sealed, you seem to see into me, and as i lean down towards you, as if to kiss your head, i transform, suddenly rapidly, towards a gigantic monsterous force, more violent and sick than anything you could imagine.
that is my illness.
-love.
l'il sphinx.
Posted by bobby on June 13, 2003, at 8:00:52
In reply to night falls as rockets fall on rocket falls » bobby, posted by a very little sphinx on June 12, 2003, at 15:54:22
So you are a horrific monster with golden hair and fire shooting out of your hands. I'm trying to visualize that but somehow I pictured you a little more traditional. you eat men like air. I've heard of being so hungry that you could eat a horse but man you must be starving! do you think that you will ever feel comfortable enough to remove the mystery and reveal your humanity? Also, I sincerely hope that you are not really a whore. I've had those in my life and that is a dangerous and merciless life. I tried to help them all but alas my attempts were futile. But if you are one then it's your life and I've no right to judge. Oh, did I mention that you will never forget about me too---it's a spell that I cast and it's too late to counter it no matter how powerful you are. Just wait and see. :)
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