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floating in the aether 🪽 dumb toy 🖤 “it’s better this way” 👁️
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how I feel saying “action” and “cut” while helping film my friend’s proposal video
David Lynch in the director’s chair
December 5, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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the magic of Ellechlaus
mrs claus from rankin bass
December 2, 2025 at 8:30 PM
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Octavius just read Octavia Catullus 2 while reading poems learned during his schooling abroad
2 Little sparrow, my girl's delight and darling, whom she holds in her lap and sometimes offers, bright with longing, her fingertip to peck at, teases you and provokes you to bite harder, plays a dozen such sweet games, as (I think) she tries to lessen the pain of her desire— how I wish I could play with you as she does and bring ease to my heart's ongoing torment!
December 2, 2025 at 6:05 AM
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ohhhh the way this hits having grown up Catholic
cover art for indie game INDIKA featuring a solemn young nun with no halo surrounded by laughing older nuns with halos
November 30, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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swimming toning, hopefully cutting out more for cum gutters soon 👍
selfie of hypnosub in jammers, head cap, and goggles
November 29, 2025 at 3:40 AM
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some Horace in translation to bless your feed:
To His Lyre Odes I, 32 No weare called upon. O lyre, If ever we in secret here Have sung one strain that men admire And may outlive the passing year, I pray thee tune the throbbing wire From which my dearest songs have flowed, And let me build for my desire A Latin ode. A Lesbian poet showed us first Thy passion and thy fluent power; And in the battle's lust and thirst, Or quiet of the calmer hour, He swept the silent strings; he versed The lovely Venus in her pride; Or showed us Cupid being nursed Close at her side. He chanted Bacchus wondrously; And, when the Muses' praise was sung, Extolled the black-eyed Lycus, he Who was so delicate and young THE POET O thou who art and e'er wilt be The charm and the delight of all, Come and be gracious unto me- Answer the call. Louis Untermeyer Melpomene Odes IV, 3
November 29, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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Two books this week: finished Marius the Epicurean the other day and now reading Augustus. Former a 3rd person narrator charting the intellectual and aesthetic development of a sensitive young roman & the other epistolary historical fiction concerning the rise of Augustus
two books: PENGUIN 🐧 CLASSICS WALTER PATER MARIUS THE EPICUREAN AUGUSTUS JOHN WILLIAMS INTRODUCTION BY DANIEL MENDELSOHN
November 29, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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reading this rn. doesn’t cover the satire featuring garum tho 😭
reading horace by david west, a critical study of a few odes and epistles
November 15, 2025 at 8:50 PM
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“In the real world… the truth was bondage—human bondage” …just going to be bondage all the way down, huh?
two books: THB EPISTLES OF HORACE BILINGUAL EDITION A TRANSLATION BY DAVID FERRY WINNER OF THE 2002 HAKOLD MORTON LANDON Horace and the Dialectic of Freedom Readings in Epistles 1 W. R. Johnson unreal all this peace and law and order really were. So, then, what precisely was freedom? Clearly Plato was right, but, in their different ways, so were Zeno and Epicurus (and Cato, the elder no less than the younger, was wrong). What ordinary people called freedom was an illusion. In the real world (the world philosophers saw, not the worlds politicians fab-ricated) the truth was bondage—human bondage—to power and to necessity and, worst of all, to one's own delusions about goodness and happiness and freedom. Freedom, real freedom, would be, if it existed, something in the mind, in the soul, something laid up in heaven (where, though everyone forgot it, Socrates insisted the republic had its only place). As the Stoics and Cynics said, in their very different ways: I am a citizen of everywhere. But the trouble with philosophers was that they were abstract and dogmatic and boring—and what they mostly really wanted was converts, was a paying, captive audience. So even there,
November 13, 2025 at 5:55 AM
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a cafe I visited had cutesy decorative seasonal pillows strewn about the tables and chairs, so this was my reading partner the other day
small table with a bilingual copy of horace’s epistles and a pumpkin spice latte and a stuffed gingerbread man pillow
November 13, 2025 at 5:48 AM
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Yes M my default mode with You 🤤

I never knew You were such a fan of Monkey! I have the old Arthur Waley translation. Here is Akira Toriyama’s depiction of him (one of my favorite avis) from the back of a DragonBall manga and Ken Sugimori’s Infernape which draws inspo from Monkey.
November 11, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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leasing company claiming I will owe them rent for Nov & Dec without their properly signed notice to vacate even though I told them I was vacating on Oct 31st back in August over electronic communication and they gave me an amended bimonthly lease for just Sept & Oct…
Kpop demon hunter character with wide mouth open for eating a hot dog which has instead been photoshopped to be a gun
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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a friend was just rocking a shirt of that scene on Halloween! like this:
Black shirt with fiery colored font “Flames” Black and white Mrs. White from Clue gesturing to her cheeks with color fire added around her head “Flames on the side of my face”
November 2, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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final ode in book 3 a dedication to the books 1-3 themselves… maybe being nothing but swerving atoms isn’t so bad 🥲
iii.30 Today I have finished a work outlasting bronze And the pyramids of ancient royal kings. The North Wind raging cannot scatter it Nor can the rain obliterate this work, Nor can the years, nor can the ages passing. Some part of me will live and not be given Over into the hands of the death goddess. I will go on and on, kept ever young By the praise in times to come for what I have done. So long as the Pontiff in solemn procession climbs The Capitol steps, beside him the reverent Vestal, So long will it be that men will say that I, Born in a land where Aufidus' torrent roared, Once ruled by Danaus, king of a peasant people, Was the first to bring Aeolian measures to Latin. Melpomene, look kindly on the honor The Muse has won for me, and graciously Place on my head the garland of Delphic laurel.
October 19, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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@trance.bsky.social listening to the cave and the light to get to the bottom of who did the most harm to science and I think rn Plotinus has the most points
book cover of the cave and the light
October 17, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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david ferry’s interpretation of horace’s ode 1.14 “to the republic”
i.14 / To the Republic 0 ship, O battered ship, the backward running waves Are taking you out to sea again! Oh what to do? Oh don't you see? Oh make for port! The wind's gone wild! Your sails are torn! Your mast is shaking! Your oars are gone! Your onboard gods gone overboard! How long, how long Can the eggshell hull so frail hold out? O ship so proud, Your famous name, your gilded stern, your polished decks, Your polished brass, so useless now, O storm's play thing, O ship my care, beware, beware the Cyclades!
October 15, 2025 at 6:28 AM
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horace’s ode 1.11 “carpe diem” and david ferry’s translation in english
1.11 Tu ne quaesieris-scire nefas—quem mihi, quem tibi finem di dederint, Leucono®, nec Babylonios temptaris numeros. Ut melius quicquid erit pati, seu pluris hiemes, seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum. Sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. i.11 / To Leuconoë Don't be too eager to ask What the gods have in mind for us, What will become of you, What will become of me, What you can read in the cards, Or spell out on the Ouija board. It's better not to know. Either Jupiter says This coming winter is not After all going to be The last winter you have, Or else Jupiter says This winter that's coming soon, Eating away the cliffs Along the Tyrrhenian Sea, Is going to be the final Winter of all. Be mindful. Take good care of your household. The time we have is short. Cut short your hopes for longer. Now as I say these words, Time has already fled Backwards away— Leucono® Hold on to the day.
October 15, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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an excerpt from David Ferry’s trans of Horace’s Ode 1.1 💫
What links me to the gods is that I study To wear the ivy wreath that poets wear. The cool sequestered grove in which I play For nymphs and satyrs dancing to my music Is where I am set apart from other men— Unless the muse Euterpe takes back the flute Or Polyhymnia untunes the lyre. But if you say I am truly among the poets, Then my exalted head will knock against the stars.
October 15, 2025 at 12:47 AM
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Horace’s satire 1.8 for spooky szn 👻
VIl HOW PRIAPUS PUT WITCHES TO ROUT HoRAcE lays the scene of this incident in that part of the Esquiline which lay outside the famous Agger, or Mound of Servius, on the north-east side of Rome. In this district there had long been a burial-place, used especially for criminals and paupers, where, among the tombs, witches practised their weird and infernal rites. Here, however, Maecenas, co-operating with Augustus in the work of city improvement, had laid out beautiful gardens, in which he later built himself a palace with a conspicuous tower.a The incident must be supposed to have occurred before the transformation from a squalid and repulsive site had been completed. A wooden statue, however, of Priapus, the god of gardens, had already been set up. The gruesome story of the witches' incantations comes to a ridiculous end when the wood of the statue cracked, and the noise of the explosion drove the hags away in terror. The Satire is closely connected in subject with Epodes 5 and 17. Virgil's eighth Eclogue may also be compared, as well as the three Priapea to be found among the minor poems attributed to Virgil. 29. 10. "molem propinquam nubibus arduis," Odes ill. 95 SATIRE VIII Once I was a fig-wood stem, a worthless log, when the carpenter, doubtful whether to make a stool or a Priapus, chose that I be a god.a A god, then, I became, of thieves and birds the special terror®; for thieves my right hand keeps in check, and this red stake, protruding from unsightly groin; while for the mischievous birds, a reed set on my head affrights them and keeps them from lighting in the new park.: Hither in other days a slave would pay to have carried on a cheap bier the carcasses of his fellows, cast out from their narrow cells. Here was the common burial-place fixed for pauper folk, for Pantolabus the parasite, and spendthrift Nomentanus.& Here a pillar assigned a thousand feet frontage and three hundred of depth, and provided that the graveyard should pass to no heirs. To-day one may live on a wholesome Esquiline, and stroll on the sunny Rampart,/ where of late one sadly looked out on ground ghastly with bleaching bones. For myself, which defined the dimensions of a plot of nich dace puthe dio ensie so of a he commond assigned often closed with the abbrevi- , M. H. N. S. (Hoc monumentum heredes non equathis is the famous Agger, an embankment and fosse of nearly a mile in length, which on the Esquiline level was a part of the Servian Wall system. 97 SATIRES, I. vut. 17-44 'tis not so much the thieves and beasts wont to infest the place that cause me care and trouble, as the witches who with spells and drugs vex human souls: these in no wise can I bring to naught or stop from gathering bones and harmful herbs, as soon as the roving Moon has uplifted her beauteous face. 23 My own eyes have seen Canidia walk with black robe tucked up, her feet bare, her hair dis-hevelled, shrieking with the elder Sagana. Their sallow hue had made the two hideous to behold. Then they began to dig up the earth with their nails, and to tear a black lamb to pieces with their teeth ; the blood was all poured into a trench, that therefrom they might draw the sprites, souls that would give them answers. One image there was of wool, and one of wax, the woollen one the larger, to curb and punish the smaller; the waxen stood in suppliant guise, as if awaiting death in slavish fashion. One witch calls on Hecate, the other on fell Tisiphone. You might see serpents and hell-hounds roaming about, and the blushing Moon, that she might not witness such deeds, hiding behind the tall tombs. Nay, if I lie in aught, may my head be defiled by ravens' white ordure, and may Julius and the weakling Pediatia and the thief Voranus come to water and befoul me! Why tell each detail-how in con- verse with Sagana the shades made echoes sad and shrill, how the two stealthily buried in the ground a wolf's beard and the tooth of a spotted snake," how the fire blazed higher from the image of wax, and how as witness I shuddered at the words and deeds • With this passage of, the famous witch scene in Macbeth rv. i. 99 SATIRES, I. vII. 45-50 of the two Furies-though not unavenged? For as loud as the noise of a bursting bladder was the crack when my fig-wood buttock split. Away they ran into town. Then amid great laughter and mirth you might see Canidia's teeth and Sagana's high wig come tumbling down, and from their arms the herbs and enchanted love-knots. 101
October 14, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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watching the human nature music video and the face she made here got a good laugh out of me
madonna in black latex sitting in a chair making a a really funny mocking face with contorted mouth and eyebrow raised
October 7, 2025 at 3:27 AM
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earlier this week came upon these opening lines of poetry memorized for class long ago
2 5 10 Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis, ut prisca gens mortalium, paterna rura bobus exercet suis, solutus omni faenore, neque excitatur classico miles truci, neque horret iratum mare, forumque vitat et superba civium potentiorum limina. ergo aut adulta vitium propagine altas maritat populos, aut in reducta valle mugientium prospectat errantis greges, 272 2 Country joys Happy the man who, far from business concerns, works his ancestral acres with his oxen like the men of old, free from every kind of debt; he is not wakened, like a soldier, by the harsh bray of the bugle, and has no fear of the angry sea; he avoids both the city centre and the lofty doorways of powerful citizens. And so he marries the fully grown layers of the vine to tall poplars, or in a secluded valley he watches his lowing herd as they wander about; he prunes 1 Sirius, which rises in July. 2 Tusculum was allegedly founded by Telegonus, son of Circe and Ulysses; cf. Odes III.29.8. 273
October 4, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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leaving work today
famous pic of nicole kidman celebrating the finalization of her divorce from tom cruise
October 3, 2025 at 10:28 PM
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lost in da sauce
surrounded by shelves of honey, a bearcub rests, napping on pantry/store floor while covered in honey from open 🫙
October 3, 2025 at 3:52 AM
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what we need is the dialectic
plato pointing up to the sky
September 25, 2025 at 7:19 PM
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Yes, M. 😵‍💫
Apple Music playlist with 9+ tracks of M’s MINE on repeat
September 21, 2025 at 11:25 PM