October 15 Birthday of Lucretius and Virgil?

  • These two posts crossed my desk today, indicating that both Virgil and Lucretius were born on October 15th. The poster (Trimontium Trust) is a reputable British museum. Anyone know a source for documenting that this either Lucretius or Virgil's birthday? If so then October 15 deserves a special place on the Epicurean calendar.


     

  • Your Loeb copy of Lucretius discusses the possibility in the introduction, if I remember correctly. We don't have very firm dates for Lucretius on either end; actually, we know almost nothing about him.

  • Alright, upon review I see that the Loeb edition mentions the possibility that Lucretius died on October 15th, on Virgil's 17th birthday (the very day he assumed the toga virilis). The editor cites "4th century grammarian Donatus, probably following Seutonius", while remaining himself skeptical of the connection. There's no mention of the birth date.


    There's certainly no harm in picking a date to honor him, and we don't have any other candidates! The rediscovery of the manuscript by Poggio was in January of 1417, but no day is known.

  • I'll add for those curious, just as I was, that this is not the same Donatus who St. Augustine polemicizes in Ad Donatum. This Aelius Donatus was a teacher of Rhetoric, although he happens to have been the tutor of St. Jerome.


    And strange coincidences with birth and death dates do happen all the time, of course. There are only 365 days in the calendar. It's well known that both John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died in their beds on Independence Day, July 4th, 1826, a few hours and several hundred miles apart. And Mark Twain was born just after Halley's comet, and wryly predicted that he would die when it came back around. He was right!

  • http://penelope.uchicago.edu/T…us/de_Poetis/Vergil*.html


    I've found the relevant passage in Seutonius.


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    Vergil spent his early life at Cremona until he assumed the gown of manhood, upon his fifteenth birthday, in the consulship of the same two men who had been consuls the year he was born; and it chanced that the poet Lucretius died that very same day.


    Most of Seutonius' De Poetis is lost, or else we might have quite a lot more to go on with Lucretius.

  • Interesting! In my 3rd year of high school Latin, we translated The Aeneid, and I always got the part of Dido. I named my first car Dido. Fortunately my car did not ever burst into flames on a pyre!

  • You named your car Dido after one of the most tragic love affairs of all time??? :-)


    Or do I recall my Aeneid incorrectly!? ;-)

  • Oh yes! For a teenage girl, that was the pinnacle of romance, lol! I grew out of it though 😂

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    Oh yes! For a teenage girl, that was the pinnacle of romance, lol! I grew out of it though 😂

    I certainly hope you haven't replaced it with the Agamemnon by Aeschylus ;)

  • JJ, my poet friend, here's a poem I wrote a few years back on the subject! I would have made a different ending 😉 than Virgil did.


    Dido Comes to Pickens County


    Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris—

    Yes, I’m the one who named her first car

    Dido, who turned Queen of Carthage

    in twelfth grade Latin


    back when I thought a woman

    translating herself into fire

    into the hexameters of a dead language

    seemed pretty much the most


    romantic gesture possible. Arma

    virumque. Arms and a man—my father

    said your hometown wasn’t in the World Book Atlas

    so there, and maybe


    you just wanted to drive off with Dido.

    But your arms full of catfish and hoecake

    your mouth full of whispered Dante

    and Faulkner


    cinched it anyway. Cano.

    I sing to our children

    who mostly love country—

    the whippoorwill, any train at night


    and sway in the backseat

    Delia, Oh Delia

    forgetting to argue.

    Troiae qui primus


    ab oris. Who exactly was it, who first

    came from the shores of Troy? Not you

    except in real life. No, it was

    the Whirlibird King


    Aragorn, Mr. Rochester, even Aeneas.

    Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris.

    Dearest Be-mused Poet, you missed

    an entire scene


    in which it was only an effigy burning

    only another effigy sailing away.

    Dido and Aeneas. Listen and you’ll hear them

    unmanned, unarmed, to hell


    with fate, to hell with exile

    out in the back forty

    frying catfish and singing Johnny Cash,

    whooping it up and laughing 'til they cry.

  • if you two start encouraging each other poetically we are really going to have to show some discipline that the poetry be enlisted in the support of Epicurean philosophy! 😁

  • In my poem, Dido and Aeneas chose the pleasure of friendship, very Epicurean! And anti-fate to boot!

  • That's EXCELLENT, Elayne! You've handled the subtleties of free verse where I've always struggled.



    Calls to mind the second ending that Tolkien gave to the tragic story of Beren and Luthien, because he could—and he wanted to.