I pray for one gift: that I might merely touchNeoboule's hand.
Canzone - SongI'm not able to wait you for long time againevery minute gives to methe instinct to sew timeand bring you here.I've a mattress of wordswritten on purpose for youand I should tell you:"Turn off the light",that there's the sky(to stay far way from her) there's no life(to stay without her) it kills me.Dimhead,meatheadI would love you even herein a discotheque privyor on a bar tableor stay naked in the middle of a fieldto feel on yourself the windI don't ask for no moreeven if I die I'm joyful(to stay far way from her) there's no life(to stay without her) it kills me.Song,search her if you cansay to her that you never leave mego for the streets between peoplesay it to her truly.Me,my eyes from your eyesI shouldn't take off them..neverAnd now rather I eat thembut you don't know itsea-eyed without rocksthe sea breaking on methat I've ever made only mistakesbut what it is a mistake!(to stay far way from her) there's no life(to stay without her) it kills me.Song,search her if you cansay to her that you never leave mego for the streets between peoplesay it to her sweetlyand like tears,the rainremembers to me,her faceI see her in every dropsthat falls on my jacket(to stay far way from her) there's no life(to stay without her) it kills me.Song,search her if you cantell that I love her and if you want itgo for the streets between peoplesay it to her truly
What can a person say to this? All I can do is smile. What does that say?
Is your approach toward neobule a resentful one?
I'd say Archilochus' approach was...Another reason for leaving his native place was personal disappointment and indignation at the treatment he had received from Lycambes, a citizen of Paros, who had promised him his daughter Neobule in marriage, but had afterwards withdrawn his consent. Archilochus, taking advantage of the licence allowed at the feasts of Demeter, poured out his wounded feelings in unmerciful satire. He accused Lycambes of perjury, and recited such verses against his daughters, that Lycambes and his daughters are said to have hanged themselves.
just another study of ancient Greek poetry, eh?
Yep. It's funny how it's possible to relate to somebody who lived 2600 years ago...
I'd say we haven't changed very much over the millenia. We still yearn for and desire the same things. I guess that's the advantage of "lyric" over "epic" poetry. We might not "war" in the same ways, but we certainly "love" in the same ways.
Absolutely.Isn't there a measure of comfort in that sameness, too?There is for me.
Yes, human nature seems almost "transcendental". Yes there are significant cultural and temporal variants. But I think we can understand all of them, if we try.
I'l like to think myself multicultural and multitemporal. Many moderns strive for the former, and I the latter, ideal.
Anyway... I'm off to in-laws for New Year's. Ciao everybody.
Okay... I know I posted my goodbye(s) for the weekend... wtf?
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, FJ! And, Jen, to you as well... :)
Thank you all. And a Happy New Year to all!