#horatium

[versinator]

Styx horatium

Oszlopba nyesem pitvaron lelkeinkben Szuverén baltüzü malomnak kelvén Lebocsátván korlátokban nevezed serdülőben Tépegetve életünkért kitörjön vezetvén

Tárcsát tenyérben megbocsátunk őszidőben Faluig elcsigázva filozófus készítvén Szállók nílus bűzben kedvében Megakad zsarnokul családon ijesztvén

Viszfénye bugyrát mélyebbet vágyára Képtárakban fenyői kísértetbe szirommal Dombhát ezrede kifesse várára

Barlangba hagyván eszméinek vágyaimmal Vadan hozzátartoznak megkapaszkodtam kára Memóriáját megbocsát bujdosás orommal

[dyedcomrade]

Jack Krauser scene > in Re4:Re, with the columns and they stad on different levels and with a chasm between them they cant really cross, where the line "in that jungle I had a revelation..." is heard

- We..I tought as a special unit we were to be held a little more importance, our life not being a rag you clean something up with and then trash.

Brows raised, eyes averting, a flat tone - did it come as a novelty or surprise? - oh he was so annoying, that feigned stoicism lacing the words as he was trying to mask the care that could be heard, if someone really payed attention or looked past that easily broken exterior Leon put up.

- It's not only me who still can't learn their lesson, eh? - Krauser's voice cut through the cold air. After all the years hardening him, and bringing so many to their demise, draining everything out of entire armies, leaving only blue, cold, lifeless bodies, his blood, his rage burned hot. He seemed to be the only force working against that annihilating one, that no man could beat. Still he was only a mortal on borrowed time, victim to the blind powers toying with him as well. And as some kind of punishment or cruel joke the harder he tried to keep the people he cared about out of death's reach, the more his hands intertwined with the strings of his life.

The tides of pain were rippling at their waists now, flowing through every cell of their body and who was to know what it will make them do just to finally drown in them and leave behind this eternal sulking, that catches you in their waves the moment you are born and flips your boat as an introduction to the real world. Or even your basket your parents put you in on this river if youre really unlucky. Oh how he longed to just cross it. Before he tought maybe, if he is in there long enough he can find a nice place to settle at the bottom and with the protection of those other pebbles the current wont be so unbearable. Or maybe the water will shape him and flowing through all that was fated for him will be easier. Did Leon tought he was bringing him a log to hold onto, was a rock he can take shelter in or maybe was in such a delusional state that he wanted to bend the riverbed, trying to be the ground itself it has carved its way into? Doesn't he understand? The water has proven its power over all of these. Anything flowing in the current is still under the will of it, can crush in moments on a rock. No matter the size of the rock, it will be broken from the inside and washed away. All those edges will turn to dust.

He can't save the girl, but he can't save anyone either. No matter by whose hands, their ending is already written, the same and will be always brought out.

Is it so bad he just wants it quicker? Maybe timing is still important but what does it matter if someone dies now or two days later, which days are spent with lamenting, pain and feeling embarassment and sorry for their state.

A leaking tap, drop by drop, can fill up a glass of water overnight. No drop is more important than the other. Here everyone has got their filling, no matter how full the glass, measured here. But he was not so sure what he was drinking anymore. Why can't he just down this poisoned cup already? What misery has got this life to give him that he still has not and needs to oh so badly to go through?! Nothing can change the ending. Some things are decided the moment the breath of life blews through your nostrlis. So why is Leon tormenting him with all this. Playing around as if he didn't kill some innocent man right before his eyes, betrayed and attacked him? Is this Hell already? He can't go back to Leon and he can't touch him anymore. Soon he won't ever see him again and pain will be the only thing left in his life. Maybe he did die in the crash or on the mission. Bled out on the way home. He gave his strength, his blood for his country, to save at least someone on his squad on the mission. He should have known. But telling the difference between drops of water and poison seemed hard until now.

He really hopes Leon kept those tags. Maybe even the ring he always kept on the chains besides them. He pushed through so much, toughed every pain out and was unyielding in all his battles. Yet was a coward in the matter that meant him the most. All those missions fighting unimaginable abominations, who has long morphed out of their humanity to something unrecognisable to their former selves. And how many poor soulds he had to put to their rest from this limbo between life and death. He wasn't entirely sure if he was taking innocents lives as there were cases when the infected people could be saved as he read in reports. All this for a country that led him on and betrayed him in the end. Maybe he is paying for these lives. Looking back, if he ended up in hell anyways, he really regrets not asking Leon. But he has seen how infections spread turning peoples lives hell on earth, he didnt want to stain Leon and drag him down to this as well. Well, exactly once he did. But at least, at the definite end of his military career and almost at the cost of his life he could make up for it. Maybe if he died there and then that should have redeemed him. Or maybe not as all the sufferimg and destruction he caused couldnt be repaid with him giving up his life. That couldn't hold much value anyway. Or maybe he was a failure till the end and couldn't even save the person he loved the most. That's why they are here and this just adds to the never-ending list of his sins.

If that is the case..he is glad Leon is free of all this and can finally enjoy a life filled with something he deserved from the start.

With that closure in mind he throwed away his beret - soaked red with all the blood he shed, it really fit him. Huh, your life is really written out for you, eh? Why his unit was assigned the red, he never understood. The only thing he envied the navy guys for. Taking off his vest that fresh breath of air will be the last he ever feels. Now no more weight could be lift from his chest, the eternal pain of looking back on all this and having nothing but to think about it and the punishment won't be too easy, but maybe he has had worse. Now there is no possible way he can be with Leon and there is nothing in his reach to deny himself anymore. He can't see any of his men here, that too,seems like, was only a one time pain.

The tags he wishes could be thrown over to Leon but maybe he doesnt need a reminder of him. That would be painful and in this realm, he deserves none if it.

Wiping off the war-paint he gives one last smile to Leon, one that is pure and for once showing all the emotion he feels. It doesnt matter who sees it now. The ones who are here have probably seen worse things and all of this grow between the two of them. For better it didnt blossom, and what flower can, really, when watered with tears, blood, and the poison from his cup lacing Leons fresh waters? With that he turns around, standing in place for a bit, taking it in - what can a man feel, really whem faced with the fact that he is dead? And step by step, he starts walking down to what he thinks is the way to his place here.

A hand roughly grabbing his shoulder, tearing his shirt. Has it already started?

- Man..stop this already. Are you all right? You know it's not too late. Come back to us. They think you are spending your retirement somewhere drinking and partying, no suspected affiliation to this shithole, I will just not mention all this on the report. - panting, sucking in this dust filled air a voice asks.

What? Turning around he sees that face he loves oh so much, sweaty, so dirty after a day of this madness, looking up to him with concern, irritation, and those puppy-eyes which can always make him feel loved and this time believe he deserves a new chance at life.

- Deal?

[lemonkennedy]

when smthn is kinda simple BUT ITS IN MY MOTHER TOUNGE AND FITS IN MY CURRENT SHIP LIST WOAHAHAHHAHA

the river: i'm never letting you go, you will forever be here for me, i'm never letting you go, you will forever be here with me. // for a long time it seemed i will be alone forever, i went to the river alone as well. i let the current take me, naked, i was at home everywhere. // everywhere at home, alone. the scene is blind, this freedom untouched. i wanted to swim the river, it's joyous swirls, it's gulfs.

i'm never letting you go, you will forever be here for me, i'm never letting you go, you will forever be here with me. // but the the river had a turn, all of the water ran from it, i was there in it's drought up course, on the longest night of the earth. three girls came in white shirts, they tore me up in three parts, should've taken me, i shpuld've died.

i'm never letting you go, you will forever be here for me, i'm never letting you go, you will forever be here with me. // by the morning, the river surged, washed away the white shirts. i am alive. i am alive. forever alive. forever alive. there is no one on the earth, there is no one on the earth, who embraces me, who embraces me. [op's yap: kinda a world play on hug/kill maybe, 2 words r similar here] i wanted to step in the river, i wanted to step in the river, for it to take me away too, for it to take me away too. twine me into the sea, let me be lost forever. should've died there, should've been lost there.

[refrain 4x] but the river drought up again, seagulls hid in it's way, waiting for water, they all shouted, "it will come once, believe it, it will be here".

it's no way to live like this without end. and i let my hands dive into the blackness. for the dark to engulf me. throw me into the well, into the pit, bury me. but the sun got up to the sky. seagulls sunk into the sand. in the morning small marks surrounded me: someone was here, walked on the shore.

i started to walk in wake of the footprints, infinity was never like this before. [romantic] love's soft prints in the sand, i followed them, till i reached you, my love, my love, my love, my love.

[they sing the refrain together except when it's repeated four times. the last one is only the main singer.]

general visuals imo: river life, am cant live, cool, marks are of ted, bye. dont overanalyze, read In Horatium and that should answer anything and expand for you ehat the river means if ure not familiar w ancient lit. if i see a footlong post about this saying u discovered a hidden gem im marrying yo mama.

[nam00n]

ekként a dal is légyen örökkön új,

a régi eszme váltson ezer köpenyt,

s a régi forma új eszmének

öltönyeként kerekedjen újra

— levelek irisz koszorújából, in horatium, babits mihály

[andromedainruins]

Final Exam Worksheet: Latin pt 1

Horatius semper adiuuabat amicum suum Maecenatem.  sed dum quiescit in fundo, quem amicus suus sibi dederat (nam Horatium urbis taedebat), carmina meditandi causā, omnes Romani timebant ne bellum ciuile iterum fieret.  utinam hostes pacem servarent!  tandem, ut Octauianus sensit, cum Antonio pugnandum erat.  tota Italia heredem Iulii Caesaris ducem belli poscebat ut hostes suos uinceret.  Octauianum bellum gerere ferociter oportuit! Antonius Cleopatram, quae omnibus bonis Romanis odio diu erat, uxorem suam pronuntiauit.  Octauianus ipse audiuit eum istam reginam iam amare et Octauiam amisisse; sensit igitur quid illi in animo haberent;  Brundisium profectus est ut copias trans mare duceret.  ibi castra sua non procul ab castris Antonii posuit.  Agrippa, qui erat optimus dux Octauiano, ita uicit hostes ut in mari dominaretur.  Antonius ueritus ne milites sui fame perirent, pugnam uitare coactus est.  subito Cleopatra ad Aegyptiam fugit.  eam fugientem cum uidisset Antonius, sibi rogabat:  “quid faciam?”  deinde gubernatori imperauit ut nauem reginae sequeretur.  milites Antonii, spe depositā, se dediderunt; quos Octauianus ualde humane tractauit.   si Antonius Cleopatraque cum Octauiano proelium iam commisissent, ei resistere diu non potuissent.  

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Horatius was always helping his friend Maecenas. While he rests on the farm, which his friend had given to him (for Horatius was tired of the city), for the sake of planning out poems, all the Romans were fearing that civil war would happen. If only the enemies were keeping the peace. Finally, as Octavian realized, he had to fight with Antony. All of Italy was demanding the heir of Julius Caesar to be leader of the war in order to conquer their enemy. It behooved Octavian to wage war ferociously. Antony proclaimed Cleopatra, who for a long time was hateful to all good Romans, his wife. Octavius himself heard that he now was in love with that Queen and had sent Octavia away; he realized what they had in mind; He set out for Brindisi in order to lead his forces across the sea. There his camp was pitched not far away from the camp of Antony. Agrippa, who was Octavian's best commander, defeated the enemy in such a way that he dominated the sea. Antony, fearing that his soldiers would perish from hunger, was compelled to avoid battle. Suddenly Cleopatra fled to Egypt. When Antony had seen her fleeing, he asked himself: “What am I to do?” He ordered the pilot to follow the ship of the queen. The soldiers of Antony, having given up hope, surrender themselves; whom Octavian treated very humanely. If Antony and Cleopatra had joined in battle with Octavian at that time, they would not have been able to stand against them for a long time.

[buborek-mentes-asvanyvizben]

Elégeld már meg a megelégedést.

Babits Mihály - In Horatium

[mum-please-wake-up]

In Horatium

Nyár után már megint Ősz,

Utánam már nem jön ő,

A szél többé nem mossa partját,

Ahogy már én sem az üveg alját.

[simonplays28]

Day twenty-five: Five short moments of rebellion

ACT 1

Scene 1

SETTING: A dining room in a 21st Century suburban home. THERESA, a young woman in her twenties is sitting with her parents, HENRY and JONATHAN. They've just finished dinner. THERESA looks nervous.

THERESA: (nervously) I... I need to tell you something. I'm running away to become a content creator.

(HENRY and JONATHAN look at one another, shocked.)

HENRY: But, darling, you've only just as started as the Junior Fiduciary Analyst at PPQ. You've only been there, what six months now?

THERESA: It's not enough for me, Dad.

JONATHAN: (to HENRY) We should have known, darling. The Kickstarters. The ear piercing. The video recording studio in the spare room.

HENRY: Have you perhaps considered the circus instead? Children of my generation loved running away to join the circus?

THERESA: Dad, it's not enough. The market for my generation is very different than it was for yours. Grease-paint, face makeup, it's all way more expensive for us than it was for you. Everything you enjoyed about the circus, I can enjoy on YouTube.

HENRY: Oh, Theresa. This is because of all those newspaper stories, isn't it? Millennials running away to become freelance artists, Vimeo short film directors, tweeters, and I don't know what else. Kids these days have no patience for the circus. In my day, we had to research the route, track down the Ringmaster, and dazzle them with our hitherto hidden feats of talent. Millennials today are only focused on content generation.

THERESA: Dad, financial analysis is boring. The circus is boring. I want to generate original content. I want to do some consciousness-raising. I can do all that on YouTube without having to live in a tent. Didn't you two ever want to do anything fun when you were young?

(HENRY and JONATHAN look at one another.)

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SCENE)

Scene 2

SETTING: A dining room in a 1980s suburban home. HENRY, a young man in his twenties is sitting with his parents, GEORGE and MAUDE. They've just finished dinner. HENRY looks nervous.

HENRY: (nervously) Mum. Dad. I'm running away to join an ITV late-night sketch troupe.

MAUDE: (visibly shocked) Oh, Henry, no!

HENRY: I have to, Mum. I don't want to work at the building society anymore. Some of my mates from Oxford have been approached by ITV executives. We're going to be the next Monty Python.

GEORGE: Son, there's hundreds of late-night sketch troupes across the country. You can't possibly make it in that business. Every young man in England is writing satirical jokes to be played after the watershed. This is because you've been watching Not the Nine O'Clock News, isn't it? I knew we shouldn't have let you watch that.

HENRY: This isn't... This is a real opportunity for us, Dad. We can break into late-night comedy while it's popular.

GEORGE: We wouldn't had this in my day. If you want creativity, why don't you go become a decorator? That's what we did in my day. Buy a ladder, buy yourself some paint, and ask people around town what colour they want their house painted. You can work with your mates, have fish sandwiches every day, that's the life.

HENRY: No, Dad, it's different for our generation. We need to be on the telly. We can make a real impact here. Didn't you ever want to make an impact?

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SCENE)

Scene 3

SETTING: A dining room in a 1940s suburban home. GEORGE, a young man in his twenties is sitting with his parents, ERNEST and BETTY. They've just finished dinner. GEORGE looks nervous.

GEORGE: Mam. Dad. I need to tell you something.

ERNEST: Go on, lad.

GEORGE: I'm running away to join a brass band in Hebden Bridge.

ERNEST: Oh no, you're not. You're going to stay in the mines with me and your Uncle Eric and you're going to like it.

GEORGE: OK, Dad.

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SCENE)

Scene 4

SETTING: A dining room in a 1900s suburban home. ERNEST, a young man in his twenties is sitting with his grandmother, TIFFANY. They've just finished dinner. ERNEST looks nervous.

ERNEST: Nan?

TIFFANY: Yes, dear.

ERNEST: I'm running away to join the Army. I want to fight in the war against the Boer.

TIFFANY: Oh, Ernest, I won't try to stop you. It might do you good to travel and learn a trade. Please do take care.

ERNEST: Thanks, Nan. I was going to go to the recruitment office tomorrow morning.

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SCENE)

Scene 5

SETTING: An atrium in an Ancient Roman home. HORATIUS, a young man in his twenties is lying down by his parents, HADRIANUS and PRISCA. Slaves are busily removing empty plates. HORATIUS looks nervous.

HORATIUS: Mater? Pater? Amen dico vobis quia non opus est.

HADRIANUS: Quid est hoc, Horatium?

HORATIUS: Im 'currentem ad iungere ludos circenses.

(BLACKOUT)

(END OF SCENE)

[horatium]

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[versinator]

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[nam00n]

hadd dalolok soha nem hallott verseket ma, múzsák papja, erős fiatal füleknek

— levelek irisz koszorújából, in horatium, babits mihály

[versinator]

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[versinator]

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[versinator]

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[andromedainruins]

Translation Exam: Latin

Horatius iam ab aerario discesserat; sub arbore sedebat uinum bibens, cum iuuenis quidam ei accessit et “salue, Horati,” inquit; “amici mihi dixerunt te carmina bona componere.  poemata tua tantā admiratione semper loquuntur ut ipse te cognoscere iam cupiam.”  deinde rogauit Horatium ut carmen nouum recitaret.  cum ille primo uerecundus esset, tamen respondit:

            beatus ille, qui procul negotiis

                 ut prisca gens mortalium,

            paterna rura bobus exercet suis,

                 solutus omni faenore.

dum Horatius carmen recitat, Vergilius saepe plausit.

tertio die Horatius Vergiliusque Romae morabantur dum Maecenas ad urbem rediret.  Vergilius “cum Maecenatem uideris,” inquit, “noli uerecundum te praebere.”

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Horatius had already left the treasury; he was sitting under a tree drinking wine, when a young man came up to him and said, “Hey, Horace. My friend told me that you compose good poems. He always speaks of your poems with such admiration that he wishes to meet you now.” Afterward he asked Horace to recite a new poem. When he was at first shy, he nevertheless answered:

Blessed is he, who is far from distress

of the ancient race of mortals,

he cultivates his father's fields with his oxen,

freed from all interest.

While Horace recites the poem, Virgil applauds many times.

On the third day Horace and Virgil stayed in Rome while Maecenas returned to the city. "When you see Maecenas," says Virgil, "don't present yourself as shy."

[versinator]

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