Monday, 30 November 2015

Martial 2:8: the trouble with copyists

If odd things in these pages seem unclear, Reader, or dont read like proper Latin, Im not the one who goofed: your copyist screwed them up as he rushed to hit his line-count. But if you think hes not to blame, but mewell, I shall note your lack of taste. But theyre bad.Tell me something I dont know! Yes theyre bad, but I dont see you making better.

Friday, 20 November 2015

Some versions by Ian Dudley

The poet Ian M. Dudley has done a couple of versions of Martial using mine as a starting-point - I really like them:

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My fourth OUP blog post

Abruptly cut off from his fix of boy-kisses:

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Last week's OUP blog post

The greatness of the city lies in its amenity; in how it facilitates civilised living. To the city eternal, the city of friendships, where ideas spark and life shines; Athens, Rome, Paris, and wherever you yourselves may be, then, now, and forever.

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Martial 1.90

I never used to see you in company with men, Bassa; the gossip never gave you a lover. Instead you were always surrounded by women, a mob of them. They did everything for you; no man got close. And so, I admit, I took you for a Lucretia: but shock, horror Bassa, youre a fucker. You dare set cunt to cunt, and your mega-clit fakes manliness. You've invented a crime against nature worthy of a Theban riddle: Theres no man here and yet, adultery.


Sunday, 1 November 2015

Martial 1.74

He was your bit on the side. Still, Paula, you were able to deny it. Now look: hes your husband. Paula, can you still say no?

Say 'no he wasn't', say no to him... Pick one, or both.