Love is Latin

The origin of Man is SheWho with her lovely feetBreathed life into our veins and nervesAnd made our limbs completeShe says her Love is Latin—And she believes in Love When minds are gripped with fire and flameAnd ancient towers fallenA shepherd in a land of yoreYields all to its callingHe says his Love is Latin—And … Continue reading Love is Latin

11. Shoot the Messenger

An illiberal translation of Catullus XI Catullus 11 J____ and D_____, comrades of your dear Catullus,Every ready to support me,Whether I start fights with IndiansOr pick quarrels with polite Iranians, Or jealous Turks,Fight the sagacious Pakistanis Or romantic Syrians,Whether I refuse to pay the Egyptian for theSeven-headed hookah pipe,Or I argue with the Swiss,Insult the Germans, the … Continue reading 11. Shoot the Messenger

7. Excuse me? How many kisses?

An exaggerated translation of Catullus 7 Just how many kisses would it take to satisfy my insatiable lips? Let me ponder. How many grains of sand are there on the sweaty coast of the Cotes d'Azur, stretching from the tomb of Paul Valéry all the way to St Tropez, where the grils are almost as … Continue reading 7. Excuse me? How many kisses?

A Disgrace to Education

A liberal translation of Catullus XXVIII My white-collared friends, footmen of the City of London, are you still working away for an ungrateful boss, who takes your time and gives you no money? Aren’t you tired of early starts and missing date night? Unpaid internships, heart attacks on the toilet, cocaine orgies that leave you … Continue reading A Disgrace to Education