Paper #1 (due Sunday, March 3 @11:59pm in D2L) *Topics* [>>>>Please submit in MSW (docx)<<<<]
Michelangelo, Cumaean Sibyl (Sistine Chapel, 1508-1512)
Aeneid 8.675-706 READER: Atticus
In the center sailed bronze warships: they fought
the sea battle of Actium. Cape Leucas, its waves
bright with gold, frothed with the armada.
Here Augustus Caesar led all Italy
to war: the Senate, people, gods of sky and hearth.
From high on the stern, his bright brow poured [cf. Aeneas @ 10.260]
twin flames; his father's comet rose above.
Tall Agrippa steered the fleet, with gods and winds [Octavian's general at Actium]
behind him. He wore a naval crown; on it gleamed
bright images of prows, a martial honor.
Antony was opposite, with Asian wealth
and hodgepodge troops, victor over Eastern hordes
and the Red Sea. He brought Egypt, Eastern might,
distant Bactra—and (for shame!) a wife from Egypt.
The forces smashed together and the whole sea frothed,
torn by oars and three-spiked beaks of boats.
The crews made for the open. Massive ships rammed towering
sterns—you'd think the Cyclades, torn up, were free
to roam the waters, or that mountains smashed together.
Flaming flax and flying spears rained from their hands,
and just-spilled blood turned Neptune's fields red.
In the thick of it, the queen called to her fleet [not to be named in Augustan poetry!]
with her native rattle—not seeing the pair of snakes
behind her. Monstrous mongrel gods and barking
Anubis turned weapons against Venus, Neptune,
and Minerva. Iron Mars was in their midst, mad
for battle. Awful Furies swooped in from the sky,
and Discord in her tattered cloak joined gladly.
Bellona followed with her bloody whip.
Apollo saw this from his shrine, and aimed his bow.
At that, every Indian and Egyptian,
every Arab and Sabaean, cut and ran.
[cf. "The queen . . . The lord of fire made her pale with future death" (707ff.) and Dido, 4.664]
World Trade Center 9/11 Memorial inscription debate (NYT 4/3/2014)