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For the per chance dream and or benefit of those who have yet to come down from going "Back to the Garden."
Later Note. As some of you perhaps already know, there are here and there good to great Monkees songs that many listeners do or did not previously know about. Well, in addition to the above, here (via amazon.com mp3 downloads) is another that over the years for me (and possibly also for you) has proved a reliable standard; that is -- "The Girl I Left Behind Me" (written by Neil Sedaka) -- which makes this the third song we have yet posted with that title (the other two by Cornmeal and Tennessee Ernie Ford respectively); and I understand there is even still another by Levon Helm (YouTube, or also amazon.com mp3) of the same name.
I had a rather rough time with these two last stanzas of the "Pervigilium;" even as a last resort looking at another's translation. Yet even that version -- i.e. read in English -- did not make the most comprehensible and obvious sense. So if you find yourself at a bit of a loss grasping the full meaning here, you needn't feel alone. [Dictionaries used: John T. White’s Latin-English Dictionary (1923 ed.); Collins Latin Dictionary; 501 Latin Verbs by Prior and Wohlberg.]
Behold now under broom trees the lambs unfold,
Each careful to hold to the marriage agreement.
Beneath shades with their husbands, behold, flocks of sheep:
And to sing and not be quiet the goddess instructs the birds.
Now the talkative swans of raucous voice are obstreperous on the water:
The wife of Tereus [Procne] under the shadow of the poplars responds,
Such that you think love's emotion is being addressed by the voice of music,
And you doubt she complains of her sister [Philomela] concerning the [i.e. Procne's] barbaric husband.
She sings, we are silent. When my Spring comes,
When will I become as the lyre, so as to abandon being silent?
I ruined my Muse through silence, nor has Phoebus [Apollo] regard for me.
Thus as Amyclas, when they were silent, silence perished.
Tomorrow let him love who never loved and each who loved let him love tomorrow.
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The original.
Ecce iam subter genestas explicant agni latus,
Quisque tutus quo tenetur coniugali foedere.
Subter umbras cum maritis ecce balantum greges:
Et canoras non tacere diva iussit alites.
Iam loquaces ore rauco stagna cygni perstrepunt:
Adsonat Terei puella subter umbram populi,
Ut putes motus amoris ore dici musico,
Et neges queri sororem de marito barbaro.
Illa cantat, nos tacemus. Quando ver venit meum,
Quando fiam uti chelidon, ut tacere desinam?
Perdidi Musam tacendo, nec me Phoebus respicit.
Sic Amyclas, cum tacerent, perdidit silentium.
Cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet.
There are those who believe, including those who at least seem to believe (i.e. and which assumes that they are not literal brain-washed zombies), that serious evil (that is felony level and sadistic crimes, and not counting acts of violence possibly called for on the grounds of imminent self-defense) is necessary; so that they think such evil is a positive good. Yet if serious evil is somehow a positive good how do we reconcile this with everything else we hold dear and important? To me his makes no sense (nor will it do to say either the body politic and or certain spirit people are authorized to approve of serious evil in given instances); and that if we countenance serious evil as a positive good then we might, in effect, just as well (voluntarily and peaceably otherwise) kill ourselves as bother with living. Their idea, conversely, is that one can have it both ways; while leaving it to spirit people to understand and explain among themselves why this is so (i.e. regular people being not privy to such "wisdom"); since they can't nor are ever able to actually provide such an explanation that justifies serious evil to the rest of us.
If we (i.e. regular people) have any say then society should agree that serious evil should be banned; otherwise, if we do think evil is a positive good we should say so, and let those who want out get out. As it is, there are people, clearly under the influence of secretive and dishonest spirit people, who have decided that serious evil, under certain circumstances, is a positive good but don't permit the point to be publicly considered; they just silently assume it is justified and impose or would impose this view on the rest of us. This, of course, is nonsense tantamount to winning the debate without having the debate take place. If such people cannot openly argue and defend the notion that serious evil is a positive good, then by default they should be considered in the wrong, and their position, irrespective of spirit people's say-so, deemed bogus. Of course, they could or would simply go on believing as they do and seek to have their way through crime regardless without any discussion. Yet for those who can think and reason, and who can discourse honestly and intelligently on moral questions, the matter can be made as plain and obvious as we choose to make it; including out of hand discounting and not taking seriously those who can't discourse seriously in the first place. Naturally, this does not, of itself, solve the problem of serious evil, yet it does at least help to inform us who is an enemy or threat to real peace and happiness and who isn't.
["Pervigilium Veneris," as best we at present can manage it, continued.]
And the young and flourishing are led from the flowers' shades.
Tomorrow she goes to Heaven whom first joined marriages,
Father of all who makes Spring the wedding time of year:
Into the nuptial vessel flows the husband's joining stream,
From whence the mingled breeding of all grows into a large body.
Herself the pulse and heart of penetrating spirit,
Hidden within steers the mother of men,
Through sky, through lands, under the seas,
On their steady course she sends procreation
Commanding the world to know the ways of birth.
Tomorrow let him love who never loved and each who loved let him love tomorrow.
She herself carried over Troy's subjects to become Latins:
She gave the Laurentian girl [Lavinia] to her offspring [Aeneas],
From whence the Branch of the Romans afterwards arose;
Created the mother of Romulus and his brood Caesar;
And soon gave to Mars the chapel of the chaste virgin;
Herself forming the union between the heirs of Romulus and the Sabines.
Tomorrow let him love who never loved and each who loved let him love tomorrow.
Pleasure nurtures the country, in the country they know to Worship
Himself Love, the boy of Dione; the country bespeaks his birth.
Him, with the land born, she receives to her bosom:
Rearing him on the delicate blossoms of her kisses.
Tomorrow let him love who never loved and each who loved let him love tomorrow.
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The original.
Et recentibus virentes ducat umbras floribus.
Cras erit quom primus Aether copulavit nuptias,
Et pater totis crearet vernis annum nubibus:
In sinum maritus imber fluxit almae coniugis,
Unde fetus mixtus omnis aleret magno corpore.
Ipsa venas atque mentem permeanti spiritu
Intus occultis gubernat procreatrix viribus,
Perque caelum perque terras perque pontum subditum
Pervium sui tenorem seminali tramite
Inbuit iussitque mundumque nosse nascendi vias.
Cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet.
Ipsa Troianos nepotes in Latinos transtulit:
Ipsa Laurentem puellam coniugem nato dedit,
Unde Ramnes et Quirites proque prole posterum
Romuli matrem crearet et nepotem Caesarem;
Moxque Marti de sacello dat pudicam virginem
Romuleas ipsa fecit cum Sabinis nuptias
Cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet.
Rura fecundat voluptas, rura Venerem sentiunt;
Ipse Amor, puer Dionae, rure natus dicitur.
Hunc, ager cum parturiret, ipsa suscepit sinu:
Ipsa florum delicatis educavit osculis.
Cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet.
[The final stanza sometime tomorrow.]
The good souls have moved on to eternal rest or perpetual bliss.
But these stayed behind for purposes of mayhem and to do us amiss.
Devils and false gods; angels and ghosts; how for us them then to defy?
By shielding the poor and meek and, if need be, on their behalf die.
Now looks to be the time for Operation Cobra (Hey championship-shnook, how about getting those brain torture radios turned off already? And even if it is the case you can't be beaten, this could only be true because, by the reasoning and foundation of the very same other-worldly principles and method you have pledged yourself to, you can't win either. And OK, so you want attention and need it desperately. Surely that's seems human and understandable enough. However, and this said, you do need to acquire it in some more artful and gracious way that reflects sound judgment, not like some obnoxious and clumsy oaf without any sense; since, irregardless of Peter Pan, and your admittedly undeserved and poor childhood and upbringing in those days, you can no longer claim or assert your rights as an unlearned youth or adolescent.)
Later Note. It is only very well to add that if all this billion dollar gang was doing, aside from and in addition to interfering with mail, telephone, and PC communications was using brain torture radios that of itself is and should be more than sufficient grounds and mandate for this inhuman bunch to be stayed and restrained by the highest levels of government; since (among other reasons we might plentifully enumerate) for decades the Federal government fought the Iron Curtain which was notorious for such practices. Are we then to believe that if some private sector group, enlisted and led on by perhaps some of the very same ghosts that previously haunted eastern Europe, adopts the invidious same that this is lawful and acceptable in this nation? Go figure.