#ancient roman poetry nerds unite

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Was translating some Martial this afternoon and came across book I: XXXII and I can’t help but leave out a word in translation to make it fit Marcus x Hati:

Amo te, nec possum dicere quare:

(I love you, no, I can’t say why:)

Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.

(All I can say is this, that I don’t love you.)

I love your writing and how well you blend historic Roman culture and sensibilities with modern storytelling. It is just perfection!

Anon, you have no idea how happy this makes me. As an avid Martial fan, I salute you. Thank you for your kind words, too. Thank you for making my day 🤍🤍

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Sunday, September 3rd 2017-Thursday, September 14th 2017

Classes! I go to classes now! All the time! It’s very tiring! Here is what they are:

Italian Film: Mondays for three hours and Tuesdays for an hour and a half. We’re watching movies in Italian (obviously) with English subtitles because we are pathetic Americans who cannot speak perfect Italian yet. The course is an English course, so we write a journal entry for each film, and also something of a sociology course, so we talk about what the film suggests about Italian culture in each of our journal entries. It’s also something of a history course as well, because the subject matter of the films tends towards Italian history. I really appreciate that particular aspect, because while I know quite a lot about ancient Italian history, my knowledge of modern Italian history is essentially it existed? It’s a boot and it’s in Europe and it exists? Though apparently it doesn’t actually exist, or didn’t always exist, and in fact has only existed in its current form for less than 150 years? The United States is technically older? Even if Italy has Rome and all of that ~Roman~ stuff? History is wild.

Anyway, we’ve watched neorealism films about WWII, Anni Difficili and Roma Città Aperta, and a non-neorealism film (because is wasn’t filmed in the direct aftermath? Apparently that’s the distinction) about WWII, La Vita è Bella, which has been more successful at making me utterly horrified, sickened, and completely broken as a human being than any of the films I’ve possibly ever. (Except for Pixar films which don’t count because they cannot be measured on traditional scales of emotional devastation.)

So far, the films have been really interesting, and no one has had a dramatic and pointless affair with a douchebag yet, so that’s very promising as far as I’m concerned.

Italian 1: Mondays for two hours, Wednesdays for two hours. I have. Less to say about this class. It’s a language class. It exists. I’m learning the Italian language. There’s not much more to it? My professor is very intent on us learning by doing, so there is not a lot of note taking and not a lot of explanations for why we’re saying what we’re saying, which is not really my preferred method of learning, but it’s okay.

I understand more than I can say, so far, and I understand possibly more than there is to understand, because Italian is a horribly simplified version of Latin. Like. There are only two genders? Three ending groups, in two genders? Like? Where are the five declensions and three genders that don’t mean anything because after the first two declensions they can be any gender but also mean everything? And as far as I can see things are modified for plural and singular and then just? Not? For anything else? Where are the cases? Are you telling me that every other language that I could have taken in high school did not have five declensions with different endings for both the singular and the plural of six possible cases, with three different genders that are almost entirely unrecognizable from the root word unless you memorize them by rote? What is this fudgery? And that’s not even getting into the verbs. Do you have any idea how complicated Latin verb conjugation is? Please, please, google image search Latin Verb Conjugation, and recognize that that first chart, yes, that one, the one with 138 different endings for a single verb is only the chart for the 3rd conjugation i-stem verbs and that there are four conjugations with a variant in the third, which makes five conjugations with 138 different endings for each one which makes 690 different verb endings only some of them aren’t different some of them are exactly the same as others but mean totally different things because ANCIENT ROMANS HATED ME, ME SPECIFICALLY.

Anyway. So. Yeah. Italian is not as complicated as I was lead to believe by Other Language Courses and that offends me personally.

Also I can’t tell whether no one else in my class is trying to get the pronunciation and the accent right, or if I’m just gifted or whatever, or maybe I sound as godawful as they do, but can’t they hear the difference in the vowels? They say things with such a horrible American accent that the word is literally incomprehensible and I genuinely don’t know if they don’t feel like saying it right or if they can’t. The professor doesn’t correct my pronunciation so I assume I’m getting it right, and that what I’m hearing myself say is what I’m actually saying, but in that case why can I hear the super clear and obvious differences, and they can’t? These are the kinds of questions I might ask if I was utterly lacking in social awareness, or actively wanted to be hated by my entire Italian 1 class. I am not, and do not, so instead I’m bumbling around in confusion on this blog post.

Italian Renaissance: Mondays for an hour and a half, Wednesdays for an hour and a half. The professor opened class the first day with a forty minute lecture about how this course should actually be called Dante through the Renaissance, because Dante was the most important writer in the history of Italy and also probably the world. I genuinely can’t read the word Dante and not hear it in her voice.

She’s a lovely person, though. Been teaching the class for forty years, likes to sit with us and rhapsodize about the beauty of even the translated version of the Inferno. We’re going word-by-word through each Canto right now, but it is a beautiful text, and I’ve always been a fan of obsessive close reading, because I am very good at obsessive close reading (Latin Poetry Strikes Again), so I’m totally on board.

Also Dante’s being led through hell by Virgil, and hey! I’ve read the Aeneid! I’ve read the Aeneid so many times! Do you know how many times?! I have five different copies at home! Half of them are in the original Latin! I am a nerd with no life! So that’s nice. If I ever get stuck on an essay question I can just draw on my vast knowledge of what Aeneas liked having for breakfast (pietas and divine purpose), and exactly how Virgil invoked the muses (differing, by the way, from the Greek tradition of invoking first and asking questions later, something that Dante eventually followed, if you were wondering).

Ancient City Rome: Monday for an hour and a half, Wednesday for an hour and a half. Awesome class. I mean, for the first thing, I already know at least a bit, because I took a class called The Romans last semester which, you know, covered a bit of Roman History. Just a bit. I’m one of the only classics majors in the course, so the professor picks on me, but at least I sometimes know the answer, so that’s convenient.

The professor is also great. He was the professor of one of my most favorite teachers from high school when she was a student here, which is very cool, and he’s apparently still in contact with her because he knew me from her, which was also cool. (Thanks for that, by the way. I doubt it means he’ll go easier on me, but it does mean that he always remembers my name, which is nice.) He wanders around the class (and occasionally outside of it, like, just walks out of the room and continues to talk to us under the assumption that we’re paying close enough attention to hear him) and lectures, and has clearly taught this course enough to know it frontwards backwards and sideways, which in some professors means a very dry, very boring recitation that they don’t care very much about at all, but in this car means that his lectures both cover all of the information necessary, but also involves the interjection of excellent sarcastic quips like, “My life sucks,” and “Romans were assholes.” I agree, with both of those statements.

Sustainable Environments: Thursday for three hours. I have picked sustainability focused courses to fulfill science and technology requirements for my entire time in college, because apparently I actually know a fair amount about sustainability already. Probably what comes of going to an environmentally focused school for eight years. Apparently I absorbed more information there than I thought, or, rather, people who did not go to a school that had a class called Discovery for eight years know significantly less about sustainability than I thought. We really should be educating our children more thoroughly about stuff like this, people.

So I take sustainability focused courses, because I’m genuinely interested in the subject, but also after so many years of science AP classes I deserve to be in a science class where I already know everything.

This one is mostly an interesting lesson on the differences between sustainability practices in the United States and in Italy. Rome in particular is made up of so many ancient buildings that it’s practically impossible to make any new construction, so there’s no going for sustainable design. You have to weight that, though, with the amount of waste knocking down buildings to rebuild creates, as well as the fact that the buildings created hundreds of years ago, before the industrial revolution, are far more sustainable than those built during the 1900s. Of course, that is only dependent on the climate staying relatively the same as it was when the building was created, which is not at all the case, so you’re back at square one.

So that’s it. That’s my class schedule. Also, in case you didn’t notice, eight hours of classes on Mondays. Straight. Well, not actually straight, I go at nine and leave at eight, so eleven hours at school with eight hours of classes and one break near five.

Mondays are. Long.