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Lol, what even is a posting schedule. I clearly don’t know. Many thanks to @zproudtexan for holding it down over here. But, I found another Roman emperor facial reconstruction artist. His name is Haroun Binous, and you can find his graphics for sale here. This interpretation of Maximinus Thrax definitely has a wrestler’s neck. TooContinue reading “Anna’s Update 11: the good-cop/bad-cop routine”
Tex’s Update #11: Too Many Emperors or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Empire’s Decline
Alexander Severus Maximin Gordian I Gordian II Maximus Balbinus Within the span of three years, all of these people were emperor or were declared to be emperor. And yet there was only one possible direction for Rome to go. Yep. Believe it or not, our emperor total is going to the moon. Gibbon delivers ChapterContinue reading “Tex’s Update #11: Too Many Emperors or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Empire’s Decline”
Alex makes a boo boo. A really big boo boo. Despite his relative success and general good-guyness, he eventually ran out of road when a would-be Conan the Barbarian decided he could be the head honcho. The result was… bloody and horrifying. How typical. Gibbon opens up with a hilarious monologue about the failings ofContinue reading “Tex’s Update 10: Buy 1 Emperor, Get 5 Free!”
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THE FALL OF ROME W.H. Auden (for Cyril Connolly) The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns. Private rites of magic send The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend. Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay. Caesar's double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK On a pink official form. Unendowed with wealth or pity, Little birds with scarlet legs, Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city. Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, Silently and very fast.