argonauticae:

argonauticae:

i think i just agreed to have a detailed dissertation plan with full bibliography to my advisor my tomorrow morning

oops

i rly rly don’t want to go to this meeting tomorrow, like i’ve been sitting on all these ideas for months and now i have to go tell them to someone whose literal actual job is to tell me everything that’s wrong with them, i want to wrap my pet theories about the ajax up in a blanket and never ever ever show them to anyone ever :((((((( 

it was exactly as bad as i thought i hate tragedy im leaving im going to become an engineer

argonauticae:

i think i just agreed to have a detailed dissertation plan with full bibliography to my advisor my tomorrow morning

oops

i rly rly don’t want to go to this meeting tomorrow, like i’ve been sitting on all these ideas for months and now i have to go tell them to someone whose literal actual job is to tell me everything that’s wrong with them, i want to wrap my pet theories about the ajax up in a blanket and never ever ever show them to anyone ever :((((((( 

k so thanks so the super super lovely camilamacaulays i have ello now so i guess if you have it too then come chill w me over there bc it’s not like you guys get enough updates abt my thought processes already or anything

CHORUS
Who is there? Who is there? Who
on the road? Way for the Bacchos!
And in silence
let him pass!

- The Bacchae, Euripides (trans. Margaret Kinmont Tennant)

MESSENGER
The height
is jubilant, and resounds with Bromios’ name.
The shackles from their feet fell off; the keys
unlocked the doors, moved by no mortal hand.
In this man’s name are many wonders done
in Thebes.

- The Bacchae, Euripides (trans. Margaret Kinmont Tennant)

CADMUS
And is the strangeness still upon thy soul?

AGAVE
That word is strange to me. I am become
Not as I was, but somehow sane again.

The Bacchae, Euripides (trans. Margaret Kinmont Tennant)

THE STRANGER
He saw me, and I saw, and was ordained.
No god so dreadful, none so sweet as he.

The Bacchae, Euripides (trans. Margaret Kinmont Tennant)

CHORUS
Nothing of delight nor of sacred love
passeth a joy that the gods have given
when on the head of foes
we hold triumphant hands of power.
There is delight, there is desire.

We hunt down the huntsman!
Merrily goes the dance!
For now he is fallen amng the Maenads,
sharp-set for blood!

The Bacchae, Euripides (trans. Margaret Kinmont Tennant)

ELEKTRA
If this is all you were, Orestes,
how could your memory 
fill my memory,
how is it your soul fills my soul?

[…]

OIMOI MOI
Pity,
PHEU PHEU
oh beloved,
OIMOI MOI
as you vanish down that road.
Oh my love,
take me there.
Let me dwell where you are.
I am already nothing.
I am already burning.

- Elektra, Sophocles (trans. Anne Carson)

“To the hero’s words the maiden listens,
Down her white face are the fast tears falling:
She returns then to her fair white castle.
From her white throat pour her lamentations:
“Woe is me, what fate I bear within me:
I but touch the young and tender sapling
And the fair green pine must surely wither.””
— The Maiden of Kosovo (trans. Mark Lew)
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