Catullus and Sappho

Catullus:
86
Many find Quintia stunning. I find her attractive:
Tall, “regal,” fair in complexion—these points are granted.
But stunning? No, I deny it: the woman is scarcely venerious,
There’s no spice at all in the length of her body!
Now Lesbia is stunning, for Lesbia’s beauty is total:
And by that sum all other women are diminished.

39
Egnatius, because he has bright white teeth,always smiles: If someone comes to the defendant'sbench, when the speaker arouses weeping,he grins; If there is weeping at the funeral pyre ofa dutiful son, when the bereaved mother laments her only son,he grins. Whatever it is, wherever he is,whatever he is doing, he grins: he has this disease,neither elegant, as I think, nor refined.Therefore I must warn you, my good Egnatius.If you were a city man or a Sabine or a Tiburnanor a thrifty Umbrian or a fat Etruscanor a swarthy or toothy Lanuvian ora Transpadane, to touch on my own people as well,or anyone you like who cleans his teeth with clean water,I still should not want you to smile on all occasions:for nothing is more silly than a silly smile.Now you are a Celtiberian: in the land of Celtiberia,whatever each man has urinated, with this he is accustomedin the morning to rub his teeth and gums until they are red,so that the more polished those teeth of yours are,the more urine they proclaim you to have drunk.

70
My woman says there is no one whom she’d rather marry
Than me, not even Jupiter, if he came courting.
That’s what she says—but what a woman says to a passionate lover
Ought to be scribbled on wind, on running water.

94
Mentula is an adulterer. Why certainly he is. How could he be anythingelse with a name such as his. It is as natural as for a pot to gather vegetables.

Excerpts from Sappho
‘Some say horsemen, some say warriors’

Some say horsemen, some say warriors,
Some say a fleet of ships is the loveliest
Vision in this dark world, but I say it’s
What you love.

It’s easy to make this clear to everyone,
Since Helen, she who outshone
All others in beauty, left
A fine husband,

And headed for Troy
Without a thought for
Her daughter, her dear parents…
Led astray….

And I recall Anaktoria, whose sweet step
Or that flicker of light on her face,
I’d rather see than Lydian chariots
Or the armed ranks of the hoplites.



‘Stand up and look at me, face to face’

Stand up and look at me, face to face
My friend,
Unloose the beauty of your eyes.....


‘Love shook my heart’

Love shook my heart,
Like the wind on the mountain
Troubling the oak-trees.


‘He’s equal with the Gods, that man’

He’s equal with the Gods, that man
Who sits across from you,
Face to face, close enough, to sip
Your voice’s sweetness,

And what excites my mind,
Your laughter, glittering. So,
When I see you, for a moment,
My voice goes,

My tongue freezes. Fire,
Delicate fire, in the flesh.
Blind, stunned, the sound
Of thunder, in my ears.

Shivering with sweat, cold
Tremors over the skin,
I turn the colour of dead grass,
And I’m an inch from dying.



Thursday, September 24, 2009

Aye Swe's response

1. Catullus is measuring a woman’s worth using physical beauty. He says if you don’t have the whole package, like Lesbia, then you might as well disappear. That is pretty shallow of Catullus. It’s ironic how he uses a subject like mathematics to praise Lesbia when there isn’t any mention of Lesbia’s intellect. I wonder if beauty is the only attribute that makes an ordinary woman extraordinary in the Roman Empire. And furthermore, if being beautiful is the only way for a woman to receive love and admiration from a man.

2. In Catullus 32, he’s filled with blatant sexual desires about a woman named Ipsithilla. I don’t think he lives with her because he says “If you do so, grant me a favor, don't let anyone set the bolt on the door,” so she’s probably not his wife. I don’t think he’s talking about a prostitute either because he isn’t demanding that Ipsithilla make time for him. He’s simply asking: “my delights and charms, I ask you, tell me to come to you this afternoon.” Ipsithilla, therefore, is probably a secret lover.

In Catullus 33, he sounds pretty angry towards a father and son. He describes them as being very low class and cunning: “Cleverest of all clothes-stealers at the baths.” But he’s targeting the son more than the father, calling him a “profligate.” After the sarcasms, he gets to the point, saying “off with you into banishment and the dismal regions.” He’s very tough on these guys so it makes you wonder what they did to get him riled up like that.

Catullus 37 actually made me laugh out loud. This guy is pretty funny for an ancient dude. He’s throwing any toilet related insult out there to degrade these men he’s angry with. They probably hurt his male ego and he’s fighting back. I also think he’s very angry with his ex lover he calls “my girl.” He says she: “has taken up her abode there. She is dear to all you men of rank and fortune, indeed to her shame all the petty lechers that haunt the byways.” And again, he targets one particular person, Egnatius, more than others.

Some of the ancient philosophers, authors, and poets I’ve read seem distant, unfeeling, and lacking any personal touches in their work. But Catullus is just the opposite. And more than anything, he sounds like someone who could have existed in our lifetime, not two thousand years ago. He talks about love and sex, so already, he’s more personal and daring than others back in his time. In that way, his social commentary is valuable for modern times because he gives insight into the personal minds of people back them. He makes them seem normal, not any different from people in this age. They no longer sound like boring, uptight people with old complex ideas that the modern generation could never identify with. He also seems like a very sensitive person; ranting and raving in his poems depending on his feelings about others.

3. Love is an ardent emotion you feel for someone, after you have gotten to know them for a certain period (trust and understanding develops immediately once you love someone). That’s the key. I don’t believe in love at first sight. You can’t call it love when you’re establishing your emotions based on physical features of the other person. There might be attraction and infatuation because of it, but not love. You need to get to know that person, both their good and bad sides, in order for real love to develop. And if you still feel genuine affection for that person after all the good times and the misery, then we can call it love.

2 comments:

Mei Liu said...

I agree with what you said about Catullus praising Lesbia yet nothing was mentioned about her beauty or intelligence. I kind of googled her and I think she was also a sort of poet during his time, maybe that was why he admired her? But I also thought her name was very...misleading in a way? (or maybe I'm just being very judgmental) However, it did seem like Catullus and Lesbia had some sort of relationship, maybe love?, but I do believe that Catullus has some sort of value for beauty as well as intelligence.

George Marchitella said...

yes, yes i do agree with what you said about poem #37 and in gerneral of Catullas. I too have snickered while reading his writings, they go well with a bottle of wine and a plate of olives. he is very raw with his work and is detailed in his feelings but not in the situation at times, which allows the reader to imagine a related comparison.