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annotations of colours, volume I: yellow & blue

re-released in january 2013









girded round with a sash of greenish yellow, below which a

cherry-coloured tunic could be seen, and she had on twisted anklets and

sandals worked in gold. then, wiping her hands upon a handkerchief which

she wore around her neck, she seated herself upon the couch, beside

scintilla, habinnas' wife, and clapping her hands and kissing her, "my

dear," she gushed, "is it really you?" fortunata then removed the

bracelets from her pudgy arms and held them out to the admiring

scintilla, and by and by she took off her anklets and even her yellow

hair-net, which was twenty-four carats fine, she would have us know!

trimalchio, who was on the watch, ordered every trinket to be brought to

him. "you see these things, don't you?" he demanded; "they're what

women fetter us with. that's the way us poor suckers are done! these

ought to weigh six pounds and a half. i have an arm-band myself, that

don't weigh a grain under ten pounds; i bought it out of mercury's

thousandths, too." finally, for fear he would seem to be lying, he

ordered the scales to be brought in and carried around to prove the

weights. and scintilla was no better. she took off a small golden

vanity case which she wore around her neck, and which she called her

lucky box, and took from it two eardrops, which, in her turn, she handed

to fortunata to be inspected. "thanks to the generosity of my husband,"

she smirked, "no woman has better." "what's that?" habinnas demanded.



"you kept on my trail to buy that glass bean for you; if i had a

daughter, i'll be damned if i wouldn't cut off her little ears. we'd

have everything as cheap as dirt if there were no women, but we have to

piss hot and drink cold, the way things are now.

were roiled by the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay

lay hidden beyond, or a land which might yield yellow gold

'twas held as a foe. while the struggle for treasure went on

the fates were preparing the horrors and scourges of war.

amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no longer can charm

nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the plebeian mob.

the bronzes of corinth are praised by the soldier at sea;

and glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of tyre;

numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks

of china; arabia's people have stripped their own fields.

behold other woes and calamities outraging peace!

wild beasts, in the forest are hunted, for gold; and remote

african hammon is covered by beaters, for fear

some beast that slays men with his teeth shall escape, for by that

his value to men is enhanced! the vessels receive

strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded bars

and pacing his cage is transported to rome, that his jaws

may drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men

oh shame! to point out our impending destruction; the crime

of persia enacted anew; in his puberty's bloom

the man child is kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife,

is forced to the calling of venus; delayed and hedged round

the hurrying passage of life's finest years is held back

and nature seeks nature but finds herself not. everywhere

these frail-limbed and mincing effeminates, flowing of locks,

bedecked with an infinite number of garments of silk

whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers to snare,

are eagerly welcomed!



a flash of black gauze and delicate flesh showed within. a cloud of

frightened yellow canaries flew out and perched on the picture frames and

even on the heads and shoulders of the guests.

she began to dance languidly, carelessly, as if already weary. above

her head she swung copper bells, castanets or 'crotals,'--swung them

lazily, so that they tinkled very faintly. gradually her movements

became more emphatic, and suddenly under their long lashes, yellow eyes

shone out, clear and bright as the eyes of a leopardess. she drew her

body up to her full height and the copper castanets began to tinkle with

such challenge in their piercing sound that the whole crowd trembled with

emotion. vivid, slender, supple as a serpent, the damsel whirled

rapidly, her nostrils dilated, and a strange cry came crooning from her

throat. with each impetuous movement, two dark little breasts held tight

by a green silk net, trembled like two ripe fruits in the wind, and their

sharp, thickly painted nipples were like rubies, as they protruded from

the net.






his whole body was black and blue, as if he

had been flogged with whips, and of course the reason of that was she

had touched him with her evil hand! we shut the door and returned to

our business, but when the mother put her arms around the body of her

son, it turned out that it was only a straw bolster, no heart, no guts,

nothing! of course the witches had swooped down upon the lad and put

the straw changeling in his place! believe me or not, suit yourselves,

but i say that there are women that know too much, and night-hags, too,

and they turn everything upside down! and as for the long-haired booby,

he never got back his own natural colour and he died, raving mad, a few

days later."

there glowed the rose, the flowering rush, the violet's deep blue,

from out green meadows snow-white lilies laughed. then from above,

this setting summoned venus to the green and tender sod,

bright day smiled kindly on the secret amour of the god.

side by side upon the grassy plot we lay, exchanging a thousand kisses,

the prelude to more poignant pleasure, (but alas! my sudden loss of

vigour disappointed circe!)

at last, fearing i might lose an opportunity through lack of

application, i also made advances to the brother who was enjoying the

gymnastics of his sister through the keyhole, to see if he would prove

amenable to assault. nor did this well trained lad reject my advances;

but alas! i discovered that the god was still my enemy. (however, i was

not so blue over this failure as i had been over those before, and my

virility returned a little later and, suddenly finding myself in better

fettle i cried out,) "great are the gods who have made me whole again!



in his loving kindness, mercury, who conducts and reconducts the souls,

has restored to me that which a hostile hand had cut away. look! you

will find that i am more graciously endowed than was protestilaus or any

other of the heroes of old!" so saying, i lifted up my tunic and showed

eumolpus that i was whole. at first he was startled, then, that he might

believe his own eyes, he handled this pledge of the good will of the gods

with both hands. (our good humour was revived by this blessing and we

laughed at the diplomacy of philumene and at the skill with which her

children plied their calling, little likely to profit them much with us,

however, as it was only in hopes of coming into a legacy that she had

abandoned the boy and girl to us. meditating upon this unscrupulous

method of getting around childless old men, i began to take thought of

the present state of our own affairs and made use of the occasion to warn

eumolpus that he might be bitten in biting the biters. "everything that

we do," i said, "should be dictated by prudence.) socrates, {whose

judgment was riper than that} of the gods or of men used to boast that he

had never looked into a tavern nor believed the evidence of his own eyes

in any crowded assembly which was disorderly: so nothing is more in

keeping than always conversing with wisdom.



metro: which kerdon? tell me, because there are two kerdons, one is that

blue-eyed fellow, the neighbour of myrtaline the daughter of kylaithis;

but he couldn't even stitch a plectron to a lyre--the other one, who

lives near the house of hermodorus, after you have left the street, was

pretty good once, but he's too old, now; the late lamented kylaithis--may

her kinsfolk never forget her--used to patronize him.

probably the most realistic description of the cordax, conventional, of

course, is to be found in merejkovski's "death of the gods." the passage

occurs in chapter vi. i have permitted myself the liberty of supplying

the omissions and euphemisms in trench's otherwise excellent and spirited

version of the novel. "at this moment hoarse sounds like the roarings of

some subterranean monster came from the market square. they were the

notes, now plaintive, now lively, of a hydraulic organ. at the entrance

to a showman's travelling booth, a blind christian slave, for four obols

a day, was pumping up the water which produced this extraordinary

harmony. agamemnon dragged his companions into the booth, a great tent

with blue awnings sprinkled with silver stars. a lantern lighted a

black-board on which the order of the program was chalked up in syriac

and greek. it was stifling within, redolent of garlic and lamp oil soot.

in addition to the organ, there struck up the wailing of two harsh

flutes, and an ethopian, rolling the whites of his eyes, thrummed upon an

arab drum. a dancer was skipping and throwing somersaults on a

tightrope, clapping his hands to the time of the music, and singing a

popular song:

hue, huc, convenite nunc


pedem tendite

cursum addite


◊ “the satyricon”, by petronius arbiter



written, mixed, performed & produced by arethusa, 2008

recorded @ decadrachm studios, samothraki between february & april 2008

by arethusa, assisted by mikkos hora

mastered by agapetos andreas

original reference number itw 099


(c) + (p) 2013 catalogue of wonders (arts) ~ the copyright in these sound recordings is owned by arethusa mikki under exclusive license to catalogue of wonders (arts), london ◊

released and licensing by permission of international tapeworm, greece ◊

all photographs (c) 2013 benjamin silva-pereira ◊