Poems for Sunday

Rufus F.

Rufus is a likeable curmudgeon. He has a PhD in History, sang for a decade in a punk band, and recently moved to NYC after nearly two decades in Canada. He wrote the book "The Paris Bureau" from Dio Press (2021).

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  1. I’ll offer Catullus 59:

    Bononiensis Rufa Rufulum fellat,
    Vxor Meneni, saepe quam in sepulcretis
    Vidistis ipso rapere de rogo cenam,
    Cum devolutum ex igne prosequens panem
    Ab semiraso tunderetur ustore.

    I’ll leave it to you for translation and offer this interesting website on the topic as well: http://www.poetsgraves.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=13781Report

    • Hehe- that site is pretty amusing. I don’t know if it’s the ‘hip hop version’ of Catullus or the 70s exploitation film version.

      As for that poem, it’s sadly not one of his “Rufus” poems, which are pretty angry. I was thinking about posting one of those because Rufus was apparently a very bad man; however, they’re a bit too serious and petty for entertainment. Instead, this one describes Rufa, the Bolognese wife of Menenius, and the first line is the immortal, “Rufa sucks Rufulus cock”. Then it describes her in a graveyard eating bread off a funeral pyre (I think) while her backside is thwacked by a man. Like I said, when he gets going, Catullus is both angry and entertaining.Report