Canzone - Song I'm not able to wait you for long time again every minute gives to me the instinct to sew time and bring you here. I've a mattress of words written on purpose for you and 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,meathead I would love you even here in a discotheque privy or on a bar table or stay naked in the middle of a field to feel on yourself the wind I don't ask for no more even 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 can say to her that you never leave me go for the streets between people say it to her truly.
Me,my eyes from your eyes I shouldn't take off them..never And now rather I eat them but you don't know it sea-eyed without rocks the sea breaking on me that I've ever made only mistakes but 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 can say to her that you never leave me go for the streets between people say it to her sweetly and like tears,the rain remembers to me,her face I see her in every drops that 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 can tell that I love her and if you want it go for the streets between people say it to her truly
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received from Lycambes, a citizen of Paros, who had promised him his daughter Neobule in marriage, but had afterwards withdrawn his consent.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.
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.
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.
Canzone - Song
ReplyDeleteI'm not able to wait you for long time again
every minute gives to me
the instinct to sew time
and bring you here.
I've a mattress of words
written on purpose for you
and 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,meathead
I would love you even here
in a discotheque privy
or on a bar table
or stay naked in the middle of a field
to feel on yourself the wind
I don't ask for no more
even 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 can
say to her that you never leave me
go for the streets between people
say it to her truly.
Me,my eyes from your eyes
I shouldn't take off them..never
And now rather I eat them
but you don't know it
sea-eyed without rocks
the sea breaking on me
that I've ever made only mistakes
but 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 can
say to her that you never leave me
go for the streets between people
say it to her sweetly
and like tears,the rain
remembers to me,her face
I see her in every drops
that 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 can
tell that I love her and if you want it
go for the streets between people
say it to her truly
What can a person say to this? All I can do is smile. What does that say?
ReplyDeleteIs your approach toward neobule a resentful one?
ReplyDeleteI'd say Archilochus' approach was...
ReplyDeleteAnother 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?
ReplyDeleteYep. It's funny how it's possible to relate to somebody who lived 2600 years ago...
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely.
ReplyDeleteIsn'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.
ReplyDeleteI'l like to think myself multicultural and multitemporal. Many moderns strive for the former, and I the latter, ideal.
ReplyDeleteAnyway... I'm off to in-laws for New Year's. Ciao everybody.
ReplyDeleteOkay... I know I posted my goodbye(s) for the weekend... wtf?
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, FJ! And, Jen, to you as well... :)
ReplyDeleteThank you all. And a Happy New Year to all!
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