Friday, June 17, 2011
Comps of a hot curatorship
Once I was a fig tree's trunk
a useless piece of wood
when a carpenter
unsure whether to make
a pedestal of me or a Priapus
chose that I should be a god.
Horace
Satire viii
John Davie, translation
op. cit.
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