i'll shake you from your sleep

Jan 22, 2006 20:02


I like reading Latin hexameter aloud. I love overaccenting the syllables and scanning ahead for elisions. I don't know if this is a symptom or a contributing factor of my insanity. But I don't pick up any of the meaning when I do it. I just kind of fall into the rhythm and I stop even trying to pick up the gist of the passage. So I'm reading through the Dryden translation (yay, rhyming couplets!) and cheating. So sue me.

My first story for fiction class is going to be slash. About two years ago, before the file was accidentally wiped, it was a Billy/Dom RPS AU. It's since been gutted and redecorated, and the only original furnishing that remains is the last scene, based (rather unsubtly) on the last verse of the Dylan version of "Mr. Tambourine Man." Even the end of the last scene is going to be different, altered to leave the sense of vague unfulfillment that appears to be so in vogue for contemporary short fiction. I'm a fan of an understated ending, but I don't like to leave things hanging, so we'll see how that goes. It's going to be interesting going anyway, since it's supposed to be angsty, and someone has recently obliterated my drive to do angst.

Also--this song makes me think of Gavroche. I know Gavroche was a little French boy and not, to the best of my recollection, a chimney sweep, but still. I think of Gavroche with a sooty face and a chimney brush over his shoulder. Les Mis meets Mary Poppins.

EDIT: I have figured out why my Latin vocabulary sucks. It's not necessarily because I don't know the word, but because I don't know the particular contextual meaning. It's like reading Lyra's bloody alethiometer--there's a primary definition, but then a zillion alternates with different connotations.* Plus sometimes Vergil has to pass up an obvious word and use an arcane one just to make the meter fit. I need a Latin geek icon for this stuff.

*If you don't know what I'm talking about, go forth and read His Dark Materials. For they are glorious indeed. And Iorek will eat you if you don't.

latin, life, english

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