The Aeneid is really good. Just really good. Even outside of the whole crazy edifice I have made for it, the Tower of Song in the Underworld where Vergil lives with Lucan and Dante* and Roland Barthes drops in for tea,** it is just completely brilliant.
I am going to make myself a TEAM AENEAS t-shirt like those TEAM EDWARD ones. (Though I guess it should really be TEAM DIDO... Ooh, also, I should make a TEAM BELLA t-shirt!***)
Or possibly I should go back to fixing my damn footnotes. Okay, see you in a week--
*as in 'Jenny lives with Eric and Martin', except I guess Lucan would be the sulky teenage son here.
**from the Tower of Theory. He invites Derrida along every week, but Derrida is too reclusive (Oh, you know what, maybe next time, Roland...)
***Hooray! Lots of people already have! I like this one.
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Has it ever struck you that 'Turnus' could be a repressed homoerotic plea? (I bet it has.)
Not as such! But I do have Rosanna Warren's poem Turnus up on my office wall, which ends
His eyes searching yours could
be a lover's eyes. It was love He fought.
which makes me cry. Maybe I should be TEAM TURNUS!
I was thinking the same... ;)
I love this.
Good luck with your footnotes...
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