Isolated Blurt Thread

[joeys-game]

*whew!* that's a relief!
Honestly, it seems like most everyone I know is just struggling like fuckall.

But- I did make some progress on my website over the past couple of days...

((((((((((stella))))))))))

 

[BlackShanglan]

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae.

Who the heck was Cyrana, anyway?

 

[minsue]

Who the heck was Cyrana, anyway?

Ask Horace?

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

Ask Horace?

Hey Horace! Who the heck was Cynara, anyway?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

I am almost me again.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

Hey Horace! Who the heck was Cynara, anyway?

No answer. Maybe a different spelling:

Hey Horse! Who the heck was Cynara, anyway?

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

I am almost me again.

Hair almost red, or almost friendly?

 

[Anniejustagirl]

I am almost me again.

Excellent news!

 

[minsue]

No answer. Maybe a different spelling:

Hey Horse! Who the heck was Cynara, anyway?

That might get the answer more quickly. I'm starting to wonder myself.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hair almost red, or almost friendly?

Hair has always been red. I'm also 99.9% always friendly. . . almost ready to stop lurking. (which I rarely do. . .lurk that is, not stop lurking, because I rarely do that . . . lurk)

 

[impressive]

That might get the answer more quickly. I'm starting to wonder myself.

Wanna take bets on the LENGTH of the response? Like in # of words?

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Excellent news!

Thanks.

 

[minsue]

Wanna take bets on the LENGTH of the response? Like in # of words?

I like when the horsey goes into detail. It's much more satisfying.

 

[impressive]

I like when the horsey goes into detail. It's much more satisfying.

Absolutely!

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

Wanna take bets on the LENGTH of the response? Like in # of words?

The shortest possible answer would be something like: "Smith."
If fleshed out a bit more: "Smith. Cynara Smith. Married to Fred."

Somehow I don't think that's what we'll get in this instance, if we get anything at all, that is.

 

[BlackShanglan]

No answer. Maybe a different spelling:

Hey Horse! Who the heck was Cynara, anyway?

In Horace's ode, she is the former lover whose memory makes the poet wish to forsake new loves. In Ernest Dowson's "Cynara" - well, here it is. It's a poem I admire immensely.

Cynara

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

-- Ernest Dowson, 1891

(The fifth line of each stanza should be indented a few spaces, but Lit does not address indentation well.)

Shanglan

 

[minsue]

You rawk

 

[BlackShanglan]

Wanna take bets on the LENGTH of the response? Like in # of words?

*wink*

All right, who had the pool on "four six-line stanzas of iambic hexameter with a pentametric fifth line?" I've got your $5.

Shanglan

 

[minsue]

"four six-line stanzas of iambic hexameter with a pentametric fifth line?"

Is it getting warm in here? *fans self*

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

In Horace's ode, she is the former lover whose memory makes the poet wish to forsake new loves. In Ernest Dowson's "Cynara" - well, here it is. It's a poem I admire immensely.

Cynara

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

-- Ernest Dowson, 1891

(The fifth line of each stanza should be indented a few spaces, but Lit does not address indentation well.)

Shanglan

Poignant, touching, sad. Does everyone have their Cynara? I just got a bit choked up thinking of one of mine, but that may be due more to wistful longing for my youth.

It's worthy of you, horsie.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

*wink*

All right, who had the pool on "four six-line stanzas of iambic hexameter with a pentametric fifth line?" I've got your $5.

Shanglan

Damn - I was so-about to say that!

 

[Guest]

That might get the answer more quickly. I'm starting to wonder myself.

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/711.html

Ernest Dowson (1867-1900)
Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae sub Regno Cynarae

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long;
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.


I thought I recognized it! Found an online version instead of retyping it, tho

 

[joeys-game]

I am almost me again.

good to hear

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

good to hear

Thanks. I'm off to have a late supper then a trip to the Drive-In. Have a good evening all.