Bill Parsons's Blog – September 2008 Archive (2)

Blessed Maecenas, when will I, happy, by the grace of Jove, drink vintage Caecuban at the victory banquet with you, in your great house with victorious Caesar, the lyre playing a Dorian march with barbarian flutes mixed in? Just as we recently celebrated, when the retreating Neptunian leader, threatening chains on the city which he dragged from his friends-- perfidious slaves-- flew through the straits, his ships in flames.



A Roman—God! (future generations will deny it)—made over to… Continue

Time to start in with my Horace translations again. Epode 8 is definately not for those easily offended.











Epode 8

Horace

Tr. William Parsons





You ask me, you pig, over and over again, what wilts my manhood, while you are the one with the one black tooth, with old age plowing your brow with wrinkles, and your filthy asshole, with shit still on it, gaping between boney ass cheeks like some cow's! But what really gets me is your… Continue