Catallus 85: I hate and I love
I hate and love
And if you ask me why,
I have no answer, but I discern,
can feel, my senses rooted in eternal torture.
Catallus is my first of two presentations I'll have to make in World Lit. by paralleling the text with some other cultural artifact. I'm thinking of offering up some song by Cradle of Filth; "Gabrielle" and "Nymphetamine" both come to mind. Ha-ha; it's part of our "Love and Nature" pieces in the class, along with a lot of Courtly Love lyrics from Muslim Spain and France, which I've read Catallus is similar to in the whole love-hate element--my teacher must have a sense of humor, no? Wonder what he does every February 14th?
And since I put "Senses" up on the fanfiction sites yesterday, I'll also post one of those holiday-themed MSN articles on
aphrodisiacs. Most of them are a given, but there were one or two that I hadn't expected to see (we learn something every day, don't they say?). Some that they missed include Epimedium (aka "horny goat weed" XP), Damiana, and Garlic (actually, anything that can be interpretted of bearing the slightest semblance to human genetalia is usually pandered as an aphrodisiac...). Oh yeah, and hare, for the meat-lovers. Shit, you wouldn't believe some of the erotic folklore I've read about the hare. That it grows another anus for every year it's lived, for example. That creature's just associated with all sorts of sex, it seems!