1. Select a Catullus poem or verse to work with
2. Rewrite it as a social media post - capture the essence in modern, engaging language
3. Create a relevant hashtag that reflects the theme or emotion of the verse
4. Add your post with both the modernized caption and your hashtag
5. Optional : Include an AI-generated image that represents your interpretation

Goal : Make ancient Roman poetry accessible and relatable to today’s social media culture!

But now I grieve that your foul saliva

has polluted the pure lips of a pure girl.

Still you’ll not do it with impunity: now all the years

will know you, and ancient tradition tell what you are.

New Poem: Breaking the Silence

Congrats! You’ve officially made the “don’t trust him” archives. Your foul saliva has entered recorded history. 🏆
#WeirdoOfTheYear #JusticeForTheGirl

#expose😤#weirdo😴

109. A Prayer: to Lesbia

You declare that this love of ours will be happy,

mea vita, and eternal between us.

Great gods, let it be that she promises truthfully,

and says it sincerely, and from her heart,

so we may extend, through the whole of our life,

this endless bond of sacred friendship.

Lesbia always speaks ill of me, never shuts up

about me: damn me if she doesn’t love me.

What’s the sign? Because it’s the same with me: I’m

continually complaining, but damn me if I don’t love her.

You tell me our love will last forever,

my heart, my everything.

May the universe hear you

may every word be real,

not just soft talk or passing feeling,

but truth straight from your soul.

Let this be the start of something endless,

a bond that doesn’t fade with time,

a friendship so deep,

it carries us through every version of our lives.

#ModernLove#TimelessLove#DeepConnections

7. How many kisses: to Lesbia

   
   

   Lesbia, you ask how many kisses of yours

   would be enough and more to satisfy me.

   As many as the grains of Libyan sand

   that lie between hot Jupiter’s oracle,

   at Ammon, in resin-producing Cyrene,

   and old Battiades sacred tomb:

   or as many as the stars, when night is still,

   gazing down on secret human desires:

   as many of your kisses kissed

   are enough, and more, for mad Catullus,

   as can’t be counted by spies

   nor an evil tongue bewitch us.