#bucolics

[kusurrone]

Virgil with his bitch ass twink Alexander

His favourite flower is pretensea

[scenicworlds]

November 5, 2024

Final day of recording for the Bucolics Project. Vernon, VT.

[eternal--returned]

Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; so sought they couch, Across barbed stile, through flocked brown cows.

`No pitchforked farmer, please,' she said; `May cockcrow guard us safe,' said he; By blackthorn thicket, flower spray They pitched their coats, come to green bed.

Below: a fen where water stood; Aslant: their hill of stinging nettle; Then, honor-bound, mute grazing cattle; Above: leaf-wraithed white air, white cloud.

All afternoon these lovers lay Until the sun turned pale from warm, Until sweet wind changed tune, blew harm: Cruel nettles stung her angles raw.

Rueful, most vexed, that tender skin Should accept so fell a wound, He stamped and cracked stalks to the ground Which had caused his dear girl pain.

Now he goes from his rightful road And, under honor, will depart; While she stands burning, venom-girt, In wait for sharper smart to fade.

Sylvia Plath ֍ Bucolics (1956)

[celesse]

We're udderly pleased to meetcha 💕🐮🐮🐮💕

[notchainedtotrauma]

Rico Nasty by Brian Ziff for Metal Magazine

[02511213942]

farmers market for the WIP thing? :o

neil works kevin & wymack's farm stand and eats an apple tax per shift... andrew does the same at bee's honey stand... they are making eyes and chatting and NOT making sales

[wip ask game]

[taniushka12]

lowkey highkey obsessed with this short summary of barry...

Wake's

👏

childhood

👏

best

👏

friend

👏 and literary agent👏👏

Barry is a

high-strung

high-powered

New Yorker

BULLDOZING

his way through life

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: polly.florence

[latin-literature-tourney]

Latin Literature Tournament - Round 2

Propaganda under the cut!

Vergil Propaganda:

The vates himself, everyone. The poet so good that the Church was like "okay yeah this one magical pagan can stay"

The Fourth Eclogue is such a weird little delight. Is it about the children of Antony? Augustus? Is it a prediction of the birth of Christ? Is it somehow, as I heard one professor suggest for some reason, about Gallus? The possibilities are endless

Are you going to vote against the world-shattering masterpiece that is the Aeneid?

Side note, if you spell it "Virgil" you are my enemy

Catullus Propaganda:

When I was teaching Latin, one of my 8th grad students said of Catullus "He's the worst man who ever lived. I love him."

The only Roman writer to talk about clit envy

Fucking loved Sappho, so you know he has good taste

[kusurrone]

Alexander/Alexis and, of course, th

[scenicworlds]

November 4, 2024

Recording. Vernon, VT.

[silvestriste]

At Close of Day (1941) - Maxfield Parrish

[bebemoon]

look for the name MAIREAD (requested by anonymous) | selkie "the secret lover sweet nothings" cotton and lace mini dress w/ adjustable bustling drawstrings on skirt, (underside pictured) stavroulaspyrou (on etsy) black and pistachio green two-tone hand-embroidered wide brim hat w/ silk ribbons, giuseppe zanotti black lace sandal heels w/ porcelain rose medallion embellishments on front, oriza l. legrand "foin fraichement coupe" eau de parfum (angelique, star anise & wild mint, clover, sainfoin, new-mown-hay & clary sage, dry hay, white musk, cockle & ivy), simone rocha oversized straw tote

[sentierscolores]

[chicinsilk]

La Femme chic Avril 1954

Schiaparelli Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1954 Joan Olson wears a dinner dress in silk faille printed with pink and green flowers on a white background by Robert Perrier, trimmed with shoulder pads and a belt in pink "Tussornyl" by Bucol. Schneider pearl necklace.

Schiaparelli Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1954 Joan Olson porte une robe de dîner en faille de soie imprimée de fleurs roses et vertes sur fond blanc de Robert Perrier, garnie d'épaulettes et d'une ceinture en "Tussornyl" rose de Bucol. Collier de perles Schneider.

Photo Frères Séeberger

[beaucolics]

dreaming of a peaceful life in the countryside, a house of my own, curated with fantastical objects and souvenirs, attuned to nature’s cycles and pure whimsy