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18 of 18 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Touching, witty: perfect.,
By Steven J. Marsden (Bryan, TX USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Greek Anthology: And Other Ancient Greek Epigrams (Penguin Classics) (Mass Market Paperback)
Peter Jay's selection from the Greek Anthology is, to me, an almost inexhaustible book. The some 4000 epigrams, short poems, inscriptions, and epitaphs of the original collection have been whittled down to about 860, organized by era, and then again by ascribed author. The translations, from a wide variety of translators, are a mixed bag: most modern and witty, some definitely more literal than others, some still a little precious in their attempts to duplicate the effect of the original verse. I favor the earlier entries, in particular the epitaphs, and the stark unrhymed renditions, but these little bite-sized poems cover the whole of the human condition, often presented with a straightforwardness that disarms us. Fans of the memento mori will find the greatest examples here, along with the usual range of realistic bitchiness, snide satire, and heart's longing. This is a book to nibble at. It will last you many years.
9 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
The Greek Anthology: The Best Source for Ancient Greek Poetry in English,
By Joe Kenney "buttergun" (Dallas, TX) - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Greek Anthology: And Other Ancient Greek Epigrams (Penguin Classics) (Mass Market Paperback)
First published in hardcover in 1973 by Oxford and then republished in a revised (and edited) paperback edition in 1981 by Penguin, Peter Jay's The Greek Anthology is still the best one-stop source for these ancient poems in English. The only thing close to it quality-wise is Kenneth Rexroth's 1961 collection "Poems from the Greek Anthology" (and some of Rexroth's poems from that book are included in this one), but Rexroth only covered a handful of poems, compared to the 861 poems contained here. And instead of just one poet handling the chores, this book features a wealth of translators. Just to list a few of them: Peter Jay himself, Tony Harrison, Alan Marshfield, Peter Porter, Andrew Miller, Peter Whigham, Fleur Adcock, Teddy Hogge, Guy Davenport, Alistair Elliott, and even my favorite writer, Christopher Logue, who contributes one poem. Jay also includes work from previous translators of the Anthology, among them Andrew Sinclair, Dudley Fitts, and Robin Skelton.
Most readers are familiar with the Iliad and the Odyssey, but those epics only give a glimmer of the Greek condition. The lyric and epigrammatic poems of the Anthology shoot straight through to the soul's core; they were written by people who had hopes, dreams, and desires much like yours or mine. There are no immortal heroes here, no mythic exploits of semi-divine characters. These are poems about life, about lust and hunger and death, about prostitutes and priests and priestesses, about drinking and athletics and philosophy. And when the Hellenic gods do appear, they're usually the butt of some joke. Please note that the Penguin edition is edited. The "about the translators" section is updated, the majority of Peter Jay's poems have been revised, and most importantly the Teddy Hogge translations of Strato have been censored. If you've ever wondered who was more hip, Oxford or Penguin, wonder no more - the Oxford edition contains F-bombs and a host of other X-rated language in Hogge's translations, the majority of which is expunged from the Penguin edition. At first I thought this was due to prudery, but it's possible Hogge himself retooled (so to speak) his translations. Regardless, the Penguin edition lacks the Oxford edition's hardcore punch. For example, here's the Oxford version of poem 600, Teddy Hogge translating the 2nd Century CE poet Strato. Please note that the "[expletive]" below stands in place of a derogatory term for a part of the female anatomy, a word which begins with "c" and is very popular in England: A virgin has no subtle [expletive]-control No basic kissing technique No natural smell on her flesh No cool conversation that is seductive No ingenious look in the eye. Beginners are even worse, they're all Frigid behind. Which is not, after all, Where your hand is supposed to wander. Compare to the Penguin version of the poem: Young women have no orifice that grips No basic knowledge of the kiss No naturally fragrant body smell No gay seductive small talk and No innocent glad eye...even worse Are learners, who are all Frigid behind. More to the point, that's not Where you are meant to stick your roving hand. The Oxford version has been neutered. It does appear that Hogge attempted to clear up his translation; the last stanzas of the Penguin make a bit more sense than the Oxford. However nothing in the Penguin version can compete with the shock value of the first line of the Oxford version. Poem 610, another Hogge/Strato, is also censored - the last line of the Oxford is "to [F-bomb] all," whereas it's "to bugger all" in the Penguin. That being said, the Penguin edition doesn't edit anything else, and both it and the Oxford edition contain an F-bomb in poem 615, yet another Hogge translation of Strato, as well as one in poem 705, an Alan Marshfield translation of Rufinus. So this, coupled with the fact that nothing else seems to be edited out of the Penguin edition, makes me guess that Hogge either wanted to revise his earlier translations or that Penguin asked him to tone down the profanity a bit. Because the profanity isn't just removed from Hogge's translations; the entire poems are reworked. But I'm all about the profanity, so I prefer the Oxford edition. My only other complaint is that not all poems are notated, and there's no way of knowing in the text which of them are. An asterisk appears beside poems which are in hexameter in the original, but this hardly matters for the average reader. No such designation appears for poems which have further information in the Notes section, so you have to keep hunting back and forth through the text. But that's a small price to pay for what is otherwise a book you will treasure forever. It's dumbfounding that this has been out of print for 27 years. Hopefully Penguin will bring it back into circulation. With collections like this, it's usually better to let the poems speak for themselves than to blather on and on about them. So, here are a few selections which jumped out at me - though unfortunately I'm unable to include my favorite piece in the book, poem 704, an Alan Marshfield translation of Rufinus, as it's an X-rated parody of the Judgment of Paris (and luckily it's the same in both the Oxford and Penguin editions). But be aware these poems below are just a fractional representation; there will no doubt be many, many others which will appeal to you even more. Poem 301, a Peter Porter translation of Nikarchos: Take note who stoop, I am the goat-foot, Pan the Great, Guardian of this spring, Reticulator of all falling waters, Heed my warning! You may drink as much As you please and fill your pitcher here But never dare defile The crystal issue of the Nymphs by washing Your filthy feet in it! If you do so, Fear my ithyphallic armour, You shall not speak a word But submit upon the instant to be buggered - That's my rigid law! And if by chance You're pathetic and like such punishment, I have another weapon: My club is harder than my [member] and with it I'll break your head wide open! Poem 397, an Andrew Miller translation of Antipater of Thessalonica: Europa (in Athens) does business at truly reasonable rates. You needn't fear interruption or the gainsaying of whims; also, she offers irreproachable sheets, and - in winter - a coal-fire. This time, Zeus, come as you are. No bull. Poem 413, a Fleur Adcock translation of Marcus Aregentarius: Love is not just a function of the eyes. Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire Possessive urges - you need not despise Your taste. But when insatiable desire Inflames you for a girl who's out of fashion, Lacking in glamour - plain, in fact - that fire Is genuine; that's the authentic passion. Beauty, though, any critic can admire. Here's one for all you lovers of the film "300:" Poem 531, a Dudley Fitts translation of Antiphilos: This cloak of purple, Leonidas, Xerxes gives you Praising your courage in battle. "Let Xerxes keep His gift for traitors. Cover me with my shield: I want no richer burial." But you are dead. Must you hate the Persians even when you are dead? "Soldier, the love of freedom can not die." Poem 536, a Peter Porter translation of Lucilius: Cleombrotus the bruiser retired from the ring to an even fiercer arena - what happens to him at home makes the Isthmian and Nemean Games like pillow fights. His Old Woman's in Olympic Class, she'd hammer the daylights out of Herakles himself. No wonder Cleombrotus dreads going home more than he ever did the ring. When he gets his wind back and faces her again, she hits him with every blow in the book until he concedes the fight, then he has to pay for losing by [pleasuring] her good and hard, which no sooner done earns him a second and severer beating for failing to satisfy her. Poem 691, an Alan Marshfield translation of Rufinus: Pallas and golden-shoed Hera took one glance at Maionis and from the roots of their souls cried no more will we take off our clothes let one bum verdict suffice it is not nice to be not nice twice Poem 828, a Guy Davenport translation of Agathias, "A Latrine in a Suburb of Smyrna:" Here the savoury roast and pungent sauce Have lost their beauty, changed to filth. Pheasant, herbs ground with the pestle, fish, Ox-and-garlic hash, with pickled eels, Are so much dung. In at the mouth, Out from the belly! Silly enterprise, To have spent gold for all this dirt. And finally, Poem 772, a Peter Jay translation of an anonymous epigram (Oxford version): How was I born? Where from? Why did I come Here? To leave? How can I learn anything, Knowing nothing? I was born as nothing, Shall be again as I was; a nought, Nothing is humanity. Pour out The pleasurable flow of wine, the drug That's antidote to evil.
7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Daily life in Antiquity.,
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This review is from: The Greek Anthology: And Other Ancient Greek Epigrams (Penguin Classics) (Mass Market Paperback)
The contents of this book is only a small portion of what is called the Greek Anthology which consists in about 4000 Greek epigrams (short poems) from the period approximately 600 BC - 600 AC. They are collected for the first time in a manuscript of the 13th century.This work is divided in sixteen books each with a different subject.You don't have to read all 4000 epigrams, you just chose a book with a subject you like. The most popular are book V about love, book VII about death and funeral, book XI about Bacchus and satires and book XIV with problems, riddles and oracles. You can learn a great deal about daily life in Antiquity just by reading these short poems (some of them no more than two lines). We read about prostitutes and courtisanes, sailors and fishermen and-for example-about three girls, shy and giggling, offering flowers to the statue of Aphrodite, goddess of Love. If you don't like the rigid books like 'Daily life in Ancient Rome', buy a book with poems of the Greek Anthology.
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