Er küsse mich mit dem Kusse seines Mundes; denn deine Liebe ist lieblicher als Wein.
...
Mein Freund ist weiß und rot, auserkoren unter vielen Tausenden.
Sein Haupt ist das feinste Gold. Seine Locken sind kraus, schwarz wie ein Rabe.
This piece of crampand deliciousness for all you curl-lovers.
Seine Beine sind wie Marmelsäulen, gegründet auf goldenen Füßen. Seine Gestalt ist wie Libanon, auserwählt wie Zedern.
Seine Kehle ist süß, und er ist ganz lieblich.
From Dr Martin Luther's 1530s translation of the Song of Solomon, 1 and 5, Old Testament)
...
Mein Freund ist weiß und rot, auserkoren unter vielen Tausenden.
Sein Haupt ist das feinste Gold. Seine Locken sind kraus, schwarz wie ein Rabe.
This piece of crampand deliciousness for all you curl-lovers.
Seine Beine sind wie Marmelsäulen, gegründet auf goldenen Füßen. Seine Gestalt ist wie Libanon, auserwählt wie Zedern.
Seine Kehle ist süß, und er ist ganz lieblich.
From Dr Martin Luther's 1530s translation of the Song of Solomon, 1 and 5, Old Testament)
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Date: 2003-04-09 01:47 pm (UTC)Hausmaus
Date: 2003-04-09 02:04 pm (UTC)P.S. Irrelevant trivium: 'Housemouse' in German sounds exactly identical to the English. Just the spelling differs a bit.
Re: Hausmaus
Date: 2003-04-09 10:49 pm (UTC)And I'd forgotten the pronunciation thing! It's kinda neat to know that my name sounds the same in both languages.
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Date: 2003-04-09 02:54 pm (UTC)Could this lead to ReformationSlash? Luther/Melanchthon? Luther/Elector of Saxony (whateverhisnamewas)? Okay, I should stop before going to hell becomes an even greater certainty!
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Date: 2003-04-09 03:18 pm (UTC)You know that I actually spent five minutes this evening looking up Melanchthon in my dictionary (mainly to get his first name - Philipp!, but also to glean info on what they all agreed or disagreed on).
And then, heh,
Let me find the cut-ids and I'll post them here.
*grins madly*
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Date: 2003-04-09 03:31 pm (UTC)Um, I've been looking for
Ooooh, a new fandom is brewing.... ack!!
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Date: 2003-04-09 04:44 pm (UTC)Luther and Erasmus had a lovely, long and somewhat heated exchange of letters. I would re-read with slashiness in mind, but I doubt it's worth slogging through the theological minutae again. Although I do recall there was frequent, perhaps even excessive use of words like "love" and "bondage." It's obvious to me that, had they been living anywhere remotely near each other, they would have been unable to keep their reforming hands off of each other. Heh.
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Date: 2003-04-10 02:38 am (UTC)And do you remember where Belinda's Virgin/Kathy ficlet is? I've emailed her; soon we will know all! She's not put it on her website, the minx.
And you've *read* rl Martin/Erasmus!! Canon-knowledge! *boggles*
I have none but that will not stop me.
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'Dearest Martin,
my soul is in bondage to Our Lord in Heaven and my love for Him Who Maketh All knows no bounds. Primarily because He Made You also.
Your most humble servant &c.,
E. v. Rotterdam.'
(loosely translated from Latin, obviously)
'Dear Rassie,
was translating 'Song of Solomon' last night. Am making slow progress as am thinking of you a lot during each verse and them get distracted into doing other than translating.
Your everlasting Friend and Succourer, &c.
M.'
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Date: 2003-04-10 09:09 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-04-10 01:01 pm (UTC)I don't know how useful canon-knowledge is anyway- it would probably just bog the fic down in endless theological quibbling, as seen below. And it certainly didn't stop you from marvelous ELF txt-fic!
Dear Martin,
You argue that our Will is bound to that of our Lord and Creator; that we are helpless to act in a way contrary to his design. I believe you err. Let me provide an example.
Do you remember our excursion in the Harz mountains? The day the heavens opened and we were forced to take refuge in a sheperd's hut? The Lord was good and we found a large supply of ale under the floorboards.
The storm did not abate, darkness was upon us, and in due time, you found yourself firmly bound to the sheperd's cot. Oh, how your naked skin glowed in the firelight! Your curls, still damp, clung to your forehead like a schoolboy's. Your noble chest swelled as you strained against your rough bonds. You called again and again upon The Almighty, and he did hear you.
So, my dearest Martin, I would maintain that even as you were bound, but of your own will, so even are we bound to our Lord and Saviour. Just as you were called, so are we, but not all will come, as you did.
Your friend in everlasting Peace,
E v. R
PS. I can't wait to see what you've done with the Song of Solomon
Dear Rassie,
My dearest friend, I fear that I still cannot agree. Your analogy is flawed. But perhaps it is simply necessary to test it further. If you leave Rotterdam upon receipt of my letter, you should be able to reach the Harz mountains in two months time. I will meet you there, and bring my translation work so you can see for yourself. Perhaps I can read them to you in the sheperd's hut. You never did take your turn on the cot as you promised.
Yours in Holy Love,
Marty
martin/rassi
Date: 2003-04-10 01:45 pm (UTC)*implodes*
virgin
Date: 2003-04-10 01:52 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=eyebrowofdoom&itemid=23422
*still staggering under impact of Harz mountain tryst*
Re: virgin
Date: 2003-04-10 02:58 pm (UTC)And the Harz, yes! Just imagine the scintillating er, discussions that must have gone on there. Unfortunately, I'm not sure that these two ever met in person. Not that that small fact should stop any of us.:) They could have just had really hot letter-sex, carefully concealed as dry, yet passionate debates on biblical doctrine.
Hope the implosion wasn't too severe, sorry! *g*