Wunderground and Reading Ovid’s Metamorphoses

Expect occasional thunderstorms to continue for the next several hours.”–Wunderground

Is that a prophecy?

I am so tired of rain.

I am jittery as the thunder roars. I kept shrieking when the lightning flashed, so closed the “blackout” curtains.

The storms have gone on for hours.

Ovid Metamorphoses 51QQ3C0NSYL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_I am reading Ovid’s Metamorphoses.  Ovid’s lively account of the flood myth struck me as the logical thing to read when you have water in the basement.  This brilliant epic poem, a collection of myths linked by the theme of  metamorphosis, is a comic masterpiece.  The myths range from the creation of the universe, to the famous episode of Daphne’s preferring a transformation into a tree to having sex with the out-of-shape Apollo, to  Orpheus’s attempt to recover his wife  Eurydice from the Underworld, to the deification of Julius Caesar.

Think of Metamorphoses as science fiction/fantasy if you don’t like poetry.

Ovid’s account of the  flood, of course, is parallel to that of the Old Testament myth.  In Ovid’s myth, two good people survive,  Deucalion and Pyrrha.

One of the most extreme characters in Metamorphoses is Jove.  Jove floods the earth, furious at mankind.  He enjoys throwing  his thunderbolts around but is afraid of setting heavens on fire, so he locks up the thunder and sensibly lets the Southwind do the work. Here is an excerpt from the Brooks More translation (available free online):

the Southwind flies abroad with dripping wings,
concealing in the gloom his awful face:
the drenching rain descends from his wet beard
and hoary locks; dark clouds are on his brows
and from his wings and garments drip the dews:
his great hands press the overhanging clouds;
loudly the thunders roll; the torrents pour;
Iris, the messenger of Juno, clad
in many coloured raiment, upward draws
the steaming moisture to renew the clouds.
The standing grain is beaten to the ground,
the rustic’s crops are scattered in the mire,
and he bewails the long year’s fruitless toil.

There are of course many more modern translations,  Rolfe Humphries’s, Horace Gregory’s Allen Mandelbaum’s, David Raeburn’s, etc.  I am reading the Humphries.

Rolfe Humphries says in his short introduction,

The great virtue of this writer of fantasy, of improbable events, is that both his people and places are real, the landscape and motives credible, so that, in the end, the impossible event takes on the truth of symbol, becomes–of course!–perfectly natural. There is little abstraction in Ovid, and so much natural detail!

I love a good comedy, and there are few episodes funnier than Apollo’s pursuit of Daphne the nymph.  In Humphries’s translation, Apollo says,

The ground is rough here. Run a little slower,
And I will run, I promise, a little slower.

He says he wants to marry her.

It is not comical to Daphne, though.   She wants to remain a Diana-worshippping virgin always, is not a fashion plate, and even Apollo admits she would look better if she combed her hair.  The god’s love is repugnant and terrifying to her.  She prays to her father the river god to “change and destroy the body/which has given too much delight.”   He thinks Apollo would be a good match, but turns her into a laurel tree.  Then Apollo claims even the tree.  But at least he cannot “marry” her.  She remains autonymous.

Bernini's sculpture of Apollo and Daphne

Bernini’s sculpture of Apollo and Daphne

Pretending Your Life Is Better Than It Is & Reading Petronius During a Storm

Lightning at sunset, June 24, 2015

Lightning at sunset, June 24, 2015

It rained on Wednesday morning.

It rained all day.

It rained all night.

By 2 a.m. Thursday, I was jittery.

The thunder roared constantly.

I turned up the fan to drown out the thunder.

I could still hear the thunder.

I worried about the cats. One  was in hiding;  another mewed from a corner behind a door.  I  scooped her up and pulled a quilt over both of us.  It was too warm, but it calmed us.

We were terrified.

If we just get under the quilt…

But the thunder is really, really loud.

I was so nervous.

Satyrica Petronius 61Wxl+AAhVL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_I read a few pages of Petronius, because I just received my copy of an excellent new Latin edition, The Satyrica of Petronius: An Intermediate Reader with Commentary and Guided Review (Oklahoma Series in Classical Culture Series) by Beth Severy-Hoven.  It is a superb alternative to the other Latin Petronius texts, which include M. G. Balme’s heavily-adapted The Millionaire’s Dinner Party,  and Gilbert Lawall’s Petronius: Selections from the Satyricon, a very disappointing edition that provides so many notes that it is virtually translated for the students.

I was very happy to find Severy-Hoven’s book at Amazon, because it is so, so difficult to find Latin texts.  Her commentary and background essays are also appropriate for undergraduates and high school students.

By the way, those who dislike Charlie Hebdo would really  hate the vulgarity of Petronius!