Millor del que m'esperava, tot i que es principi va ser odiós. eneas es un puta pussy, en vera tot lo que va aconseguir va ser gràcies a júpiter i venus. literalment es el fill de sa mami i ademes, deixa totes ses seves feines perq ha trobat una tia guapa per follar-se-la. tio, espavila.
I really want to read this in Latin, because it’s said that Virgil was so meticulous with his prose that he only wrote three lines of poetry per day.
Anyways, this is probably my tentative favourite piece of epic poetry. The attention to writerly craft totally translates to English- I mean- the whole thing is just stunningly beautiful and not in a meandering way. Virgil’s metaphorical style and narrative rhythm is quite poignant.
I’d also like to say Aeneas is a compelling third protagonist in this trilogy of sorts. We go from Achilles’s hypermasculinity, to Ulysses’s smarmy wit, and ending with Aeneas who is sombrely and quietly mournful. It’s a powerful and gorgeous story.
“Like a god in shoulders and face: since his mother had herself imparted to her son beauty to his hair; a glow of youth, and joyful charm to his eyes: like the glory art can give to ivory, or when silver or Parian marble is surrounded by gold”
“now it spews black clouds into the sky, smoking, with pitch-black turbulence, and glowing ashes, and throws up balls of flame, licking the stars: now it hurls high the rocks it vomits, and the mountain’s torn entrails, and gathers molten lava together in the air with a roar, boiling from its lowest depths.”
I finally got around to finishing this! Indispensable for an intermediate student. Not great for an advanced student, lacking more commentary a more serious study would require.