Sunday, January 20, 2013

Ahhhhh, Latin :: Nox Erat :: Ep 15


Understanding today’s epode means having a firm grasp of the letter a. To see if you are up to speed, I’ve made up a sentence, scrambled à la Horace and worthy of being included in a nineteenth-century Latin textbook:

Acuta ama a pulchra allata Diana arma.



If you’re good, much better than I am, you figured out that this is:

Acuta amā ā pulchrā allāta Diānā arma.
Love the sharp arms brought by beautiful Diana.

My question now is: how did you pronounce this sentence? Did you follow the advice of some modern grammarians and say aahh for ā and uh for a? If you did, you have probably made your life easier as an English speaker. If on the other hand, you are a Finnish speaker, you’d have no trouble keeping these two a’s apart. To Finns, their aa [ā] takes longer to say than does their a. It’s just that simple.

As for what the Romans did, no one seems to know for sure. Some of the other vowels like ō and o were differentiated (in imperial times) not only by length but by being articulated in different parts of the mouth. Ō was like coat (without diphthongization) and o was like cot (not for Californian speakers like me). This, by the way was talked about by the Romans themselves and attested by the behavior of the two sounds in Spanish (cf. flōs/flōrem > flor and porta > puerta). As for a in Spanish, it seems there was no change (cf āera > aire and aqua > agua).  Because of this, some scholars seem to think that there was no ah vs. uh, but just ah, differentiated by length.

Of course, we don’t know how the Romans pronounced ā and a when they recited poetry. Every language I have ever heard makes a big distinction between normal speech sounds and poetic speech sounds. Nowhere is this more evident, by the way, than in Persian, were the difference between ā  [ آ ]and æ [ ا ]is exaggerated to the point where ā becomes an awww-sound. I remember the first time I heard Persian poetry being recited: I was quite surprised and a bit mesmerized by the exaggeration, as in this famous beginning of a poem by Hāfiz (غزل ۴ در هروی):

اگر آن ترک شیرازی به دست آرد دل مارا
agar awwn torke shirawwzi be dast awwrad dele maww raww
If that Shirazi Turk takes my heart

به خال هندویش بخشم سمرقند و بهارارا
be khawwle henduyesh bakhsham samarqando bokhawwraww raww.
for that Hindu mole of hers I’ll give Samarkand and Bukhara.

But back to Latin. Back to trying to understand what Horace has written without the convenience of the macron or the fortune of hearing it as it must have sounded in imperial Rome. After studying the epode, you will see that there are four different uses of the letter a. 

There is the first declension nominative/vocative a (luna, laesura, procera, aura, dolitura, constantia, and Neaera).

There is the neuter plural a (sidera minora, verba mea, and arcana).

There is the Greek accusative masculine a (Nirea).

And finally there is the ablative feminine ā (hederā, virtute meā, multā tellure, formā).

And what is more, you will notice that Horace has cleverly mixed things up a bit, spicing his phrasing with just the right amount of long a’s and short a’s.

For instance, take line 11:

o dolitura mea multum virtute Neaera

It almost looks as if mea should go with Neaera, “my Neaera,” but it can’t. It has to go with virtute, “my manliness.” Thus, mea is meā.

Then there is line 5:

artius atque hedera procera adstringitur ilex

Is the hedera (ivy) procera (long) or is it the ilex (oak) that is procera (tall)? It turns out that it is the oak. The ivy is that by which the oak was entwined. Thus we read the word as hederā.

My “favorite” line is 22.

formaque vincas Nirea

My Greek is pretty poor. So the fact that Nirea is in the accusative flew right by me. Without this bit of knowledge, I had no idea what to do with forma, which turns out to be in the ablative: formā.

Okay. By now, those of you in the know are raising objections: “Don’t you know that you can tell the length of a by its placement in the line and that if such placement calls for a long syllable, a has to be ā?” I know all of that, but, mehercule, I can’t seem to keep all of that inside my tiny skull.
  
translation ::

Night it was; in a sky serene the moon 
among the lesser stars kept shining
as you, ready to offend the power of the great gods, 
with my words kept swearing—
more tightly than an oak entwined with ivy, 
your soft arms clinging—
“As long as a wolf is hostile to cattle and Orion for sailors 
enrages a winter’s sea,
and the breeze entangles Apollo’s unshorn hair, 
“Our love shall ever be.” 
ah, Neaera, you’ll come to miss my manliness most! 
(if there’s any of my manhood in Flaccus,
who won’t bear the constant nights your putting out for a rival; 
so angry he’ll seek a mate),
and constancy shall not yield to beauty once offended 
when sure pain has made its way in.
So, whoever you are, are luckier than I, and proud 
you exult in my misfortune.
You might be rich in cattle and much land, and 
the Pactolus might flow for you,
and the teachings of Pythagoras reborn might not fool you, 
and you in beauty might conquer Nireus,
but there’ll come a time. I’ll have the last laugh. Heh, heh—
and you’ll be sad over love sessions given to another.
translation © 2013 by James Rumford

notes ::

procera : tall, used with trees (see also Ode III:25:15); large as with wolves (see Sermon 2:2:36); and long as in syllabae procerae, Varro.
ilex : holm oak
Orion infestus : sighting the constellation Orion heralded bad weather.
infestus : hostile (see also Ode III:8:19) and dangerous (see Ode II:10:13); used also with thieves (see Sermon 2.2.42.) Horace probably means that Orion is hostile, but I thought that he might mean that the wolf is. Horace’s salad mix of Latin words is so hard to come to terms with!
Flaccus: one of Horace’s names, flacid.
Pactolus : a river in Turkey, the Sart Çayı, where Midas washed his hands of gold.
Nireus : one of the Achaean leaders in the Trojan war, a man of outstanding beauty.

in prose ::

Nox erat et luna caelo sereno inter sidera 
   minora fulgebat,
cum tu numen deorum magnorum laesura
   in verba mea irabas,
atque ilex procera brachiis adhaerens lentis
   hedera artius adstringitur,
dum lupus pecori et Orion infestus nautis
   mare hibernum turbaret,
auraque capillos intonsos Apollinis agitaret,
   hunc amorem mutuum fore.
o Neaera virtute mea multum dolitura!
   nam si quid viri in Flacco viri est,
non feret te noctes adsiduas potiori dare,
   et iratus parem quaeret,
nec constantia, semel offensae, formae cedet,
   si dolor certus intrarit.
et tu, quicumque es felicior atque nunc superbus
   malo meo incedis,
licebit dives pecore atque multa tellure sis,
   Pactolusque tibi fluat,
nec arcana Pythagorae renati te fallant,
   Nireaque forma vincas
heu, heu amores translatos alio maerebis:
   ast ego vicissim risero.
  
original ::

Nox erat et caelo fulgebat luna sereno 1
   inter minora sidera,
cum tu magnorum numen laesura deorum
   in verba iurabas mea,
artius atque hederā procera adstringitur ilex, 5
   lentis adhaerens brachiis,
dum pecori lupus et nautis infestus Orion
   turbaret hibernum mare,
intonsosque agitaret Apollinis aura capillos,
   fore hunc amorem mutuum. 10
o dolitura meā multum virtute Neaera!
   nam si quid in Flacco viri est,
non feret adsiduās potiori te dare noctes,
   et quaeret irātus parem,
nec semel offensae cedet constantia formae, 15
   si certus intrarit dolor.
et tu, quicumque es felicior atque meo nunc
   superbus incedis malo,
sis pecore et multā dives tellure licebit,
   tibique Pactolus fluat,       20
nec te Pythagorae fallant arcana renati,
   formāque vincās Nirea,
heu, heu translātos alio maerebis amores:
   ast ego vicissim risero.



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Monday, December 31, 2012

Naa Naa Na Naa Naa :: Lupus et Agnis :: Epode IV


These nasty little epodes of Horace’s got me thinking. It is said that the iambic meter Horace used evoked in the Roman mind a kind of taunt. I wonder, was this a bit like our childish song that runs something like this?

naaa naaa na naaa naaa na na na na naaa naaa-aaaa

Surprisingly, you can almost fit this to today’s ode. Take the first line: lupis et agnis quanta sortito obtigit:

naaa  naaa na  naaa naaa    na  na na na  naaa   naaa-aaaa
luuu  piiis  et  aaag  niiis  quan ta sor ti  tooob  tiiigiiiiit

Of course, this is nonsense, since I have made a long syllable like quan short and a short syllable like ti in obtigit long. Be that as it may, I had fun sing-songing this ode as a childish taunt.

And taunt it is. Just read it. Obviously Horace can’t stand the guy for putting on airs when he is no better than a convict who is used to the triumvirate whip, that is, the magristrate’s whip. It galled Horace that this fellow had a Falernian farm, which was located in northern Campania, not far from Rome. (Falernum produced some of the best wines, which Horace has often mentioned). And it galled Horace that this lowlife would sit in the best theater seats in direct violation of a law laid down by Emperor Otho in 67 B.C.

Before I end this, I have a few nit-picky things to say about style. Suppose I were Horace’s Latin teacher and he had submitted this for homework. I guess I’d give him a B- (I’m pretty tough). Just look at the verb in line 16: sedet. It is too close in sound to sedilibus. Couldn’t he have chosen a verb that would further describe this fellow’s arrogance?  And in line 17, gravi does go with pondere, but aren’t all ponderous things heavy? Perhaps this is why in Niall Rudd’s translation, he gave pondere the meaning “ram.” I almost like the huc huc of line 9 and the hoc hoc of line 20, but doesn’t this seem a bit too high-schoolish? Besides, Horace doesn’t often repeat words like this. Is this repetition him sputtering? Maybe anger and disgust got the better of our poet. Better luck next epode, Flacce. 

  

translation ::

Like the wolf and the lamb, it is fated:
   you and I can’t get along,
with your sides scorched by Iberian ropes,
   your legs rough from shackles.
You presume to walk around money proud—
   wealth doesn’t change your type—
See yourself sailing down Via Sacra
   in a toga six ells long,
as the heads of passersby turn here and there
   in open indignation?
“That one, cut by the triumvirate whip
   till the crier was sickened,
plows a thousand acre farm and with horses  
   wears the Appian away;
a big knight, he sits on the first benches
   in contempt of Otho.
What’s the good of so many ships, with carved
   beaks, heavy rams, being led
against pirates and bands of slaves by this—
   this military tribune?”
translation © 2012 by James Rumford

in prose ::

Quanta lupis et agnis sortito obtigit,
   [tanta] discordia mihi tecum est,
latus funibus Hibericis peruste 
   et crura dura compede.
licet superbus pecunia ambules,
   fortuna genus non mutat.
videsne te Viam Sacram metiente
   cum toga bis trium ulnarum
ut ora huc vertat et indignatio
   liberrima huc euntium?
“hic, flagellis triumviralibus ad
   fastidium praeconis sectus,
mille iugera fundi Falerni arat
   et Appiam mannis terit,
equesque magnus in sedilibus primis,
   Othone contempto, sedet.
quid attinet tot ora rostrata navium
   pondere gravi duci
contra  latrones atque manum sevilem,
   hoc, hoc tribuno militum?” 

original ::

Lupis et agnis quanta sortito obtigit
   tecum mihi discordia est,
Hibericis peruste funibus latus
   et crura dura compede.
licet superbus ambules pecunia,
   fortuna non mutat genus.
videsne, Sacram metiente te Viam
   cum bis trium ulnarum toga,
ut ora vertat huc et huc euntium
   liberrimus indignatio?
“sectus flagellis hic triumviralibus
   praeconis ad fastidium
arat Falerni mille fermi iugera
   et Appiam mannis terit,
sedilibusque magnus in primis eques
   Othone contempto sedet.
quid attinet tot ora navium gravi
   rostrata duci pondere
contra latrones atque servilem manum,
   hoc, hoc tribuno militum?”

::



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Monday, November 26, 2012

Sticks and Stones :: Quid Immerentis :: Epode 6


I suppose that words will never hurt, but Horace mentions two instances in Epode 6 where they do. 

The first is Lycambes, a Greek man, who betrothed his daughter to the poet Archilochus. When Lycambes refused to let his daughter go through with the marriage, Archilochus mocked him so viciously in his iambic poems that both Lycambes and his daughter hanged themselves. 

The second is Hipponax. He was so ugly that the sculptors Bupalus and Athenis made statues of him to mock and ridicule him publicly. Hipponax retaliated with a shower of invectives. The two sculptors hanged themselves, too.

Is Horace that serious? Is he that angry? Does he want his enemy to commit suicide? Does he want that on his conscience? In Epode 19, as we’ll see, he is against the kind of poetry that led to Lycambes’ suicide. So what does Horace want? What’s his beef? Who has wronged him? 

Surely something has happened, for Horace turns himself into a raging dog of the Molossus or Spartan (Lacon) kind.



[The Molossus, an extinct breed but very much like Mastiff-type dogs, sometimes called Molossers. This Roman statue, on display at the British Museum and known as the Jennings Dog, is believed to be a molossus.]

And if that is not enough, Horace sprouts a set of horns. He is ready for the black teeth of an enemy full of lies and malicious gossip. If the poem is directed against a particular person, we do not know who that is. If the poem is directed at Rome or the political situation, we cannot be sure. And if the poem is directed at the misfortunes of his own life, we can only make guesses.

I suppose, after two thousand years, we’ll just have to enjoy this epode for what it is, a bit of iambic steam Horace just had to let off.

translation :: 

What! You coward dog against he-wolves
do rile undeserving guests! Why not, 
if you can, turn your empty threats here
and come after me-who-bites-back? For I, 
Molossus-like or golden Spartan,
a friendly force to shepherds, through high snows,
ears up, will pursue any wild animal ahead: 
that’s you, filling the woods with your scaaaary 
voice, and sniffing at food thrown your way.
Watch out, watch out, for I, roughest of all,
horns ready for low lifes, will attack—
like the son-in-law despised by faithless
Lycambes or Bupalus’ bitter enemy.
If someone, black-toothed, chooses me out,
do I unavenged cry like a boy?

translation © 2012 by James Rumford 

in prose ::

Quid! [Tu] canis ignavis adversum lupos 
hospitēs immerentēs vexas?!
Quin huc, si potes, 
minas inan[ē]s vertis 
et me-remorsurum petis?
Nam qualis aut Molossus aut Lacon fulvus, 
vis amica pastoribus, 
per nivēs altās,
aure sublatā,
fera quaecumque praecedet
agam:
et cum tu nemus voce timendā complesti,
cibum proiectum odaris.
Cave, cave;
namque [ego] asperrimus 
cornua in malōs parata tollo,
qualis gener spretus Lycambae infidō
aut hostis acer Bupalō.
An siquis 
dente atrō
me petiverit,
[ego] inultus 
ut puer 
flebo?

Original ::

Quid immerentis hospites vexas canis
   ignavus adversum lupos?
quin huc inanis, si potes, vertis minas,
   et me remorsurum petis?
nam qualis aut Molossus aut fulvus Lacon,
   amica vis pastoribus,
agam per altas aure sublata nives,
   quaecumque praecedet fera:
tu cum timenda voce complesti nemus,
   proiectum odoraris cibum.
cave, cave: namque in malos asperrimus
   parata tollo cornua,
qualis Lycambae spretus infido gener
   aut acer hostis Bupalo.
an si quis atro dente me petiverit,
   inultus ut flebo puer?


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Sunday, October 7, 2012

Green Knees :: Horrida Tempestas :: Epode 13


Today, I will tackle one of the seventeen epodes that Horace wrote, this one about a “horrid tempest” that reminds the poet not only to seize the day but to accept it. Like the marvelous Hebrew word רפה in the Psalm 46:10, Horace’s ode tells us to relax, to cease striving, for, in Horace’s case, whatever cloth fate has woven us cannot be changed. To make his point, he recounts what Chiron, the Centaur, said to young Achilles, who must stay in Troy. Such a Greek ending to this Greek form of poetry!

The epode was first created by the Greek poet Archilochus in the seventh and sixth centuries B.C. It was originally the third part of a long song sung by a Greek chorus. First there was the strophe followed by the antistrophe and finally the “epi-ode”, the after-song (The word suffix epi- functions the same way in the word “epilogue” or “afterword.”) The epode usually was iambic in nature: the — Ø Ø beat of one long syllable followed by two short syllables. In fact, Horace called his epodes iambi.

Unfortunately, that tells us little about the meters he used in the individual odes. They seem to differ widely. If the choice of meter doesn’t tie this collection together what does? The only thing I can see is that each epode is a series of couplets. To reinforce this, some typographical genius in the Renaissance? decided to indent every other line and thus give some semblance of unity to these seventeen poems. 

As for Epode 13, its meter is the Second Archilochean, which, I believe, Horace used only once. Did this make Epode 13 stand out as odd to Roman ears? Did this meter echo the howling storm or did it play softly on the wine-soothed heart? I don’t know—mainly because I have absolutely no feeling for poetic meter so different from English meter. Latin meter is based on long and short syllables. English meter is based on stressed and unstressed syllables.

The problem with understanding a meter like the Second Archilochean is that there is a lot of variation within the meter. Sometimes two short syllables can become one long syllable and, oddly enough, a long syllable can change into a short one. This variation allows for flexibility.  What the variation does not allow is flexibility in the time it takes to say any one line. Think of music. In a waltz I can write down any notes I want as long as they fit within a 3/4 framework. So, too, with Latin poetry. The words Horace wrote down for Epode 13 had to fit within the framework of the Second Archilochean.

In the Second Archilochean, the first line of each couplet is based on six iambs. For variation all but the last Ø Ø can be changed into —. (The X, by the way, tells us that the last syllable can either be — or Ø.) Thus the six iambs 

 [A1]  — Ø Ø   Ø Ø   Ø Ø   Ø Ø   Ø Ø   — X

can conceivably be transformed into

[A2]  —      —      —       —      —  Ø Ø  — X

Even though [A1] has 17 syllables while [A2] has only 13, they both require the same amount of time to say. Both have 23~24 short beats. Thus, it looks as if time not the number of syllables is the key to understanding variation in Latin meter. For the most part, this is true. However, the variations given for the next line, which forms a couplet with the first, seem to violate what I’ve just said. 

[B1] Ø  —   Ø  —   Ø  —   Ø  —   —   Ø   Ø  —   Ø Ø X

can theoretically be changed into: 

[B2]   —   Ø  —     —   Ø  Ø   —   Ø   Ø  —   Ø Ø X

[B1] has 21~22 short beats, but [B2] has 22~23 beats. What gives? Maybe the poet can’t take advantage of all of the possibilities. Maybe the second line has to have 21~22 beats no matter what. 

Here is the epode. The red indicates a long syllable. The || indicates a brief pause or caesura.  At the end of the line, I have written the number of syllables followed by the number of short beats. Let’s see what pattern emerges.

1  Horrida tempestās || caelum contraxit et imbrēs   14/24
2     nivēsque dēdūcunt Iovem; || nunc mare, nunc silvae  15/22 
Threiciō Aquine || sonant. rapiāmus, amīcī,  17/24  
4     Occāsiōnem die || dumque virent genua  15/22
et decet, obductā || solvātur fronte senectūs.  14/24
6     na Torquātō mo|| consule pressa meō. 15/24 
tera mitte loquī: || deus hae fortasse benigna  16/24
8     reducet in sēdem vice. || nunc et Achaemeniō  15/22
perfundī nardō || iuvat et fide Cylleneā   15/24 
10   lēvāre dīrīs pectora || sollicidinibus,   15/22 
11 bilis ut grandī || cecinit Centaurus alumnō:  15/24 
12   ‘invicte, mortālis dea || te puer Thetide,   15/22
13 manet Assara || tellus, quam frīgida parvī   15/24
14   findunt Scamandri flūmina || bricus et Simoīs,  15/22
15 unde tibī reditum || certō Subtēmine Parcae  15/23  
16   pere, nec māter domum || caerula revehet.  15/22
17 illic omne malum || vīnō cantūque levātō,   14/24  
18   dēformis aegriniae || dulcibus adloquiīs.’  15/22~23

If you have the patience to take a good look at the above, you’ll notice that there is a pattern. The couplet has 24 short beats for the first line and 22 for the second. There are exceptions, however. At least, with my imperfect scansion abilities, there are: 

Line 6 has 24 beats, unless the last long ō in meō can be counted short. If so, this would make the line 23 beats. 

Line 10 is also an anomaly. The only way I can give the line 22 beats is to make levare long: lēvare, which means ‘smooth, soften,’ not ‘lift’ as all of the scholars read it. Maybe I have it wrong, but iuvat et fide Cyllenea levare diris pectora sollicitudinibus might just mean: ‘and it’s a joy to soften with the lyre of Cyllenea the hearts with ill-omened care.’  

Line 15 only works, if I turn tibi into tibī, which is not correct. If I don’t do this, the line doesn’t fit the iambic pattern of  — Ø ØØ Ø .

Line 17 only works, if I cheat a bit and make both syllables of illic long, which, of course, it incorrect.

Finally Line 18 works, if we discount the final long syllable in adloquiīs.
  
So, what have I learned? (1) Syllables don’t matter as much as I thought. (2) Vowel length is supremely important. (3) There is a pattern, and the poet makes definite choices. (4) Most of all, the poet gets to decide when he is going to break the rules.

* * *

Lots of people love Epode XIII. It is lyrical, easy to understand, and something quotable, if anyone quotes Latin anymore. For me, I found the phrase dumque virent genua, ‘while knees are green’ pretty amusing. Not only did I like the un-English-sounding metaphor of knees being like saplings or shoots, but I also liked how it related to my own life, for on the day I began this poem I had twisted my knee, causing me to limp around for several weeks. It was while waiting for the sap to fully return to my old knee that I wrote this blog.

translation ::

A bristling tempest has drawn in the sky; and rain and 
   snow are pulling Jove down; now sea, now woods 
noise with the north wind from Thrace. Let us, friends, 
   seize what comes this day, while knees are green, 
and it seems right to loosen old age from clouded brows. 
   Bring the wine pressed when my Torquatus reigned. 
No more talk: maybe God’ll put to rest the harmless 
   ups and downs. Now’s the joy: to be perfumed 
with Achaemenes nard and with the lyre of Cyllenea 
   to smooth our hearts of ill-omened care, 
as the noble Centaur did sing to his grown student: 
   “Boy invictus! Of the Goddess Thetis mortal born! 
Left for you the Land of Assarcus, which the cold 
   streams split, the little Scamander and slippery Simois. 
From there the fixed Threads of Fate cut off your return,
   nor will your sky-blue mother carry you back home. 
There, all the bad you’ll have to lift away with wine and song,
   with sweet consoling words for shapeless sorrow.”

notes :: 

Threïco : Thracian
Aquilone :  north wind
Occasionem : Opportunity, as a goddess
Torquato : Manlius Torquatus, consul 65 BC, when Horace was born.
Achaemenio : Achaemenes, ancestor of Persian kings
Cyllenea : Mercury, a mountain in Arcadia
Sollicitudinibus : uneasiness of mind, care, anxiety
Centaurus : half horse half man
Thetide : sea nymph Thetis, mother of Achilles
Assaraco : son of Tros, g. grandfather of Aeneas
Scamandri :  Scamander, one of the rivers in Troy
Simois [m] : a river near Troy 
Subtemine  [Subtemen] Parcae : thread of the Fates

the epode in prose ::

Tempestas horrida caelum contraxit et imbres
   nivesque Iovem deducunt; nunc mare, nunc silvae
Aquilone Threïco sonant. rapiamus, amici,
   Occasionem de die dumque genua virent
et decet, senectus fronte obducta solvatur.
   tu vina consule Torquato meo move.
mitte cetera loqui: deus fortasse vice in sedem
   hae benigna reducet. et nunc iuvat nardo
Achaemenio perfundi et pectora fide Cyllenea
   Sollicitudinibus diris levare,
ut Centaurus nobilis alumno grandi cecinit:
   ‘invicte, puer mortalis nate dea Thetide,
tellus Assaraci te manet, quam flumina frigida
   Scamandri parvi et Simois lubricus findunt,
unde tibi certo Subtemine Parcae reditum
   rupere, nec mater caerula domum te revehet.
illic omne malum vino cantuque levato,
   deformis aegrimoniae adloquiis dulcibus.’




:: Latin books by James Rumford ::

















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