18 April 2007

Punchline

Once proclaimed as something to fear,
A doom that was terribly near.
The big threat of our time
Has become a punchline.
What, no WMDs here?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

αει θελω χορευειν,
αει θελω λυριζειν.
γεραρην λογοις εορτην
αναβαλλομαι λυριζειν.

οταν πιννω τον οινον,
ευδουσιν αι μεριμναι.
τι μοι πονων, τι μοι γοων,
τι μοι μελει μεριμνων;

στρατηγον νεον εραμαι
ποθοβλητην Ηρακλεα,
δαμαζοντα τους λεοντας,
αει τασ πολεις σαωσαι.

or:

I wish to dance always,
I wish to play the lyre always,
I strike up on the lyre
A venerable feast for words.

When I drink wine,
My worries go to sleep.
What do I care about troubles,
about sorrows about worries?

I love the new general,
longed for Heracles,
tamer of lions,
may he always save cities.

Diascorus of Aphrodito, adventus for the new doux Anastasius.