Permanences IIIb. Sex and the City (of Rome)

 

Lovers. Herculaneum Fresco. Public Domain

As we have said in the first post regarding Sex and the city of Rome (Permanences IIIa) the ancient Greeks & Romans had a totally different attitude towards sex and enjoyed a sensuality which was open to possibilities whose variety can confuse contemporary masses (in spite of what we Westerners think about our sexual liberation) to the extent that the facts we are about to narrate could offend people’s feelings. This is why we do ask for pardon but we also make known to minors and prudish people to pls do themselves the favour not to read any further.

God Priapus. Drawing from a fresco in Vettii’s House, Pompei

Open sensuality? Yes, since for example the sacred poet Virgil probably sighed for Alexis, a beautiful boy; Horace celebrated incest, adultery and sex with female slaves; Ovid, Petronius and Catullus went much much further (we might see later); not to mention Roman phallic festivals like Liberalia, held on the 17th of March, “where a monstrous phallus was carried in procession in a car… and the most respectable of the matrons ceremoniously crowned the head of the phallus with a garland”, or festivals like Bacchanalia where similarly a huge phallus was carried and “as in the Liberalia, the festivities being carried on into the night, as the celebrators became heated with wine, they degenerated into the extreme of licentiousness, in which people indulged without a blush in the most infamous vices.” This is of course Victorian Thomas Wright’s opinion (1810-1877, English antiquarian and writer), not ManofRoma’s (see Wright’s original text).

Auguste (Maurice François Giuslain) Léveque (1864-1921). Bacchanalia. Public Domain

Before trying to understand what is left today of these distant views (the post title actually referring to permanences of ancient behaviours in today’s world, we’ll see how), we are going to provide a few detailed illustrations of this freer attitude (or in any case diverse) .

Let us then start by mentioning a Roman goddess, Dea Bona (’Good Goddess’) and a scandal occurred at the time of great Julius Caesar.

Roman Dea Bona

Roman Bona Dea (Good Goddess)

In Roman religion Dea Bona (Latin for ‘Good Goddess’) was a “deity of fruitfulness, both in the earth and in women … The dedication day of her temple on the Aventine was celebrated May 1. Her temple was cared for and attended by women only, and the same was the case at a second celebration, at the beginning of December, in the house of the Pontifex Maximus [the chief Roman Priest, today's Pope being still Pontifex Maximus of Rome], where the Pontifex’s wife and the Vestal Virgins ran the ceremony.” (Bona Dea. 2007. In Encyclopædia Britannica. Retrieved December 9, 2007, from Encyclopædia Britannica Online).

I do not know if online Britannica is exact here, since the December celebration was conducted “by the wife of the senior magistrate present in Rome in his home” (any senior magistrate then: Pontifex, consul etc.). In fact, according to Plutarch (2nd cent. A.D., Life of Cicero 19.3, 20.1-2) when Cicero was consul, the day he made the famous speech which is known as his third Catiline Oration, in the night he was “escorted to the house of a friend and neighbour; his own was occupied by women who were celebrating the secret rites of the goddess whom the Romans call Bona.”

Dea Bona’s Image

The December festival was more interesting than the May one since “it was not held in the goddess’ temple … it was an invitation-only affair and pretty exclusive”. The wife of the magistrate managed the whole thing during the night, all was secret, exclusive and occurred in a context of high-class luxury (quote from here).

What was happening during these secret-sacred rites from which men were strictly excluded? Surely it was something like a mystery cult, thence little we know about it (maybe you can find something in Macrobius’ Saturnalia). According to Latin poet Juvenal, who wrote his satires many generations later, the Bona rites included drunken orgies among women (Juvenalis Sat. vi, l. 314):

“Well known to all are the mysteries
of the Good Goddess,
when the flute stirs the loins
and the Maenads of Priapus sweep along,
frenzied alike by the horn-blowing and the wine,
whirling their locks and howling.
What foul longings burn within their breasts!
What cries they utter as the passion palpitates within!
How drenched their limbs in torrents of old wine!
Saufeia challenges the slave-girls to a contest….”

See a complete version in English prose of Juvenal Satire 6, plus the same passage in Latin verses.

Two Roman Women. Fair use

Sacrilege in Julius Caesar’s house

Dramatis personae

The scandal happened during the Dea Bona December ceremonies in 62 BC, when Julius Caesar was Pontifex Maximus. This is why the celebration took place in his house. Caesar of course was absent, being a man. The way it all happened seems to confirm Juvenal’s view. Let us listen to Plutarch, our great source of the Ancient World (from the Diotima web site).

Says Plutarch (Life of Caesar 9-10): “(9.1) Publius Clodius was a man of noble birth and notable for his wealth and reputation, but not even the most notorious scoundrels came close to him in insolence and audacity. Clodius was in love with Caesar’s wife Pompeia, and she was not unwilling. But a close watch was kept on the women’s apartment, and Caesar’s mother Aurelia followed the young wife around and made it difficult and dangerous for the lovers to meet.”"(9.3) The Romans have a goddess whom they call Good… It is unlawful for a man to approach or to be in the house when the rites are celebrated. The women, alone by themselves, are said to perform rites that conform to Orphic ritual during the sacred ceremony. (10.1) At the time [that the incident occurred] Pompeia was celebrating this ritual; Clodius did not yet have a beard and for this reason thought that he would escape detection if he were dressed up as [woman] lyre-player, and went into the house looking like a young woman. He found the doors open and was led in without difficulty by a slave-woman who was in on the plot; this woman went to Pompeia and told her, and some time passed, but Clodius could not bear to wait, and as he was wandering around the large house and trying to avoid the lights, one of Aurelia’s [woman] attendants got hold of him, and asked him to play with her, as one woman might with another, and when he refused, she dragged him before the others and asked who he was and where he came from.”

“(10.3) Clodius said that he was waiting for Pompeia’s slave Abra (which happened to be the woman’s name), and gave himself away by his voice. The [woman] attendant dashed away from him towards the lights and the crowd, shouting that she had caught a man. The women were terrified, and Aurelia called a halt to the rites of the goddess and hid the sacred objects; she ordered the doors to be shut and went around the house with torches, looking for Clodius. He was found in the room that belonged to the girl where he had gone in an attempt to escape. When he was discovered, he was taken through the doors by the women and thrown out of the house. That night the women went right off and told their husbands about the affair, and during the day the story spread through the city that Clodius had been involved in sacrilege and had committed injustice against not only those he had insulted, but the city and the gods.

“(10.5) Clodius was indicted for sacrilege by one of the tribunes, and the most influential senators joined forces against him and testified about other dreadful outrages he had committed and his incest with his sister [her name was Clodia - prob. the slutty Lesbia loved by Catullus - a perpetual scandal like her brother Clodius: we'll talk about her, it is important in our view of Roman sex. In the painting below you can see Catullus visiting aristocratic Lesbia's... a nice work by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema - 1836, Dronrijp, the Netherlands / 1912 Wiesbaden, Germany - one of the most renowned painters of late nineteenth century Britain] ….”

Catullus at Lesbia’s by Sir Laurence Alma Tadema. 1836-1912. 1865


[Online Britannica: “In December 62, when the winter ceremony of the Bona Dea (from which men were excluded) was celebrated in the house of Julius Caesar, a man believed to be Clodius was discovered disguised as a female harpist among the participants. Charged with incestum he was tried before the Senate...Caesar divorced his wife in suspicion that she had admitted Clodius to the ceremony....Clodius maintained he had been at Interamna, 90 miles (145 km) from Rome, on the day in question, but Cicero, who abused the defendant intemperately, presented evidence to the contrary. Clodius was acquitted, perhaps because the jury had been bribed, but immediately began to devise ways to revenge himself on Cicero.” (Clodius Pulcher, Publius. Encyclopædia Britannica. 2007. Encyclopædia Britannica Online. 9 Dec. 2007) ]

Plutarch (10.6): “Caesar immediately divorced Pompeia, but when he was summoned as a witness in the trial said that he knew nothing about the accusations against Clodius. The prosecutor asked him about the apparent contradiction: ‘why then did you divorce your wife?’ He answered, ‘because I thought my wife should be above suspicion’….Clodius was acquitted because most of the jurors handed in their opinions in illegible writing, so that they would not endanger themselves with the common people by voting against him, or disgrace themselves with the nobility by letting him off.”

I think the reason why Caesar supported Clodius is because they belonged to the same common-people (democratic) party and Clodius was too popular and influential.

(to be continued….)

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New Subura

Birth of Venus by French Adolphe Bouguereau (1879)

Roman Subura, New and Old

Suburra (Italian name for Latin Subura) refers to the slums district of ancient Rome, full of “disreputable locals and brothels” (sort of a red-light district, if you prefer) and inhabited by low-class Romans together with people, mainly poor immigrants, from all over the Empire (quoted from here where you get infos on location of Subura in modern Rome). Modern rione Monti corresponds to a part of it. Julius Caesar “grew up in a home in the Subura district (Wikipedia) even though he came of the most aristocratic origins.” I won’t talk of ancient Subura though. I will bring up instead what seems to me the New Subura, namely the area around Piazza Vittorio Emanuele, not far from Termini Railway Station (see picture below from Google Maps).

Piazza Vittorio, at the centre of multi-ethnic Rome. Google Maps, hybrid view. Fair Use

While cutting across the rione almost every morning in order to catch the subway line-A train I feel this intoxicating aura of exoticism pervading the area and reminding me of some corners of Bombay, the city of wonders and my favourite Indian city. Indians, Chinese, Pakistanis, Africans, Eastern-Europeans etc. crowd these orthogonal streets making them tremendously vibrant. Mafias, prostitution and illegal activities of course flourish in here (thence the analogy with ancient Subura) but on the whole the place and Rome are starting to profit from all this, especially now that the big money is arriving. So Piazza Vittorio Emanuele is right at the centre of new multi-ethnic Rome. Piazza Vittorio is actually the New Suburra.

New found Pride

One month ago, while I was desperately trying to catch my train to my office, I saw some Chinese youngsters maybe doing their Tai Chi Chuan gymnastics on the grass in Piazza Vittorio Emanuele Gardens, a magnificent park which occupies the greatest part of this huge rectangular porticoed piazza, the biggest in Rome, built after the unity of Italy by architect Gaetano Koch between 1882 and 1887. These Chinese faces looked very self-assured, I couldn’t but notice. They were concentrating on their activity, with curious passers-by gathering around them.

Tai Chi Chuan. Fair use

To the history-addicted the place is somewhat ghostly because it used to be the place of witches, assassins and slaves’executions during ancient Roman Republican times. The piazza is in fact located at the top of the Esquiline Hill, the highest of the Seven Hills, a no man’s land at the edge of Subura until emperor Augustus redeemed it and which revealed its horrors more than 2000 years later during the public works conducted by architect Gaetano Koch who found vast carnage pits dating back to the Republican Roman era. The park also contains the famous Porta Alchemica or alchemic door (XVII century AD) which, according to some alchemists, could reveal the secret of the philosopher’s stone in its engraved symbols (so, Harry Potter’s fans, open well your eyes: you might discover the secret of secrets. See the alchemic door picture below - Wikimedia Commons. Same image at a higher resolution here).


Porta alchemica. Gnu free documentation license. Low res

Totally unaware of all this spooky past these young Chinese faces seemed to me a totally new generation. Many Romans in their uncaring attitude have not noticed the difference, useless to say. Chinese people are all over the place in New Subura, attending customers in shops and stores, working energetically in restaurants and at bar tables or having some relax at open-air cafes. Trendy-clothed teenagers - pretty high-heeled girls with weird-coloured hair and macho-looking T-shirted boys - meet in the evening at renowned Fassi’s Palace of Ice(cream) close-by (Palazzo del Freddo), one of the most ancient ice-cream shops of Italy, located in 65, Via Principe Eugenio.

How all this is changing so fast. Customers at Fassi are changing and how terribly hard-working these Far-Eastern people seem compared to us and even to some Honk-Kong Chinese friends who are westernised and really admire this incredible hardiness of the unspoiled mainland Chinese. They do not seem keen to show their feelings though (mainland and HK, equally). It is the reason why they look so enigmatic to Romans, or marble-faced (this is how I tease my HK friends, not deprived of some nice UK sense of humour). The simple truth I think is that they are just shy.

It is now three-four years that the Roman Chinese and Indians have sort of come out of this psychological ghetto every immigrant initially finds into (Italians know too well, being as immigrants scattered all over the world), their eyes less elusive and their facial expressions franker (and prouder). Indian faces are more expressive, being more similar to us in their non-verbal communication (we have blood in common, after all). Chinese are marble-faced instead lol, whatever HK guys may say :-)

Sikhs from all over Italy gather in Piazza Vittorio. Baisakhi festival (Repubblica) fair use

Is Rome Adapting to the Future?

Caught out by a swiftly growing immigration phenomenon the Romans are starting to overreact every now and then, although on the whole they preserve this good-humoured, I-couldn’t-care-less type of behaviour (called menefreghismo bonario) which indeed characterizes them and which is typical of a folk who really saw everything in the course of their history. Is such menefreghismo (or chissenefrega attitude) anachronistic today, not providing a sufficiently powerful barrier against Roman possible mounting decline (and Italian & European)?
I don’t remember who said: “I wish we will not live in an interesting age”.

What has to be understood is that multi-ethnicity is something recent in here compared to cities like London or Paris (not to mention America). Rome, we believe, is nevertheless trying to adapt to the future, her somewhat economic success providing evidence of this reaction capacity (local economic figures are growing faster than the GNP annual increase). To this success residing foreigners are contributing, it is hard to deny.

PS
More on Rome and immigration in Rome. Stepmother or Alma Mater?.
I know it is high time for Sex and the City of Rome part 2 (Permanences IIIb). I didn’t forget, to tell you the truth. I was only horribly busy. Actually I am working on this post so that Roman sex num. 2 should be published within 4-5 days, if Roman Gods allow. Thence you weirdos pls don’t worry. I’ll try my best so that your exuberant (I’ll assure you) dose of ancient-Roman sex will GET to you no matter what. You have to rejoice you perverted and maniacs although I pity you all, since it is not your fault if you are perverted, perversion (and kink) being the result of …

Of what, my dear readers? Up to you to guess, since this is not a porn site, this is an educational site, even though I feel the eyes of WordPress frowning at me more and more ah ah ah. Ok, let us behave and stick to the point then, which is next-post anticipation to intensify the thrill (and hopefully the hits lol).

Drunken girls

We will then talk about many things in the next post, this being though a non-mandatory and not-necessarily-in-this-order list: a) drunken orgies for girls, which were such sacred rituals in Rome that even just one man who dared to secretly join them (and was caught) made a women-only Goddess so damn angry and the Senate and all Rome so damn angry as well; b) other weird sexy things found in the buried Roman towns of Pompeii and Herculaneum; c) remnants of pagan attitudes regarding sex today in our country and of course in Rome; d) weird sexual permanences in the Italian Gallic region (wasn’t Gallia only in France? No, no, wrong. It was in Italy as well, this being why Man of Roma has some Gallic or Celtic blood); e) Italian (and Roman) Renaissance and how Northern Europeans and English pre-Victorians who came here at that time were shocked as hell. They really were, this being one of the reasons of reformation and of Christianity splitting, not the main reason though. These people are still shocked today, like poor (but great) Milton was when he came to Rome during twilight Renaissance (I have to check this better). Shocked by what? Well, by us, by some habits we have and that they just seem not capable to understand; f) many other things, problem being I have to mercilessly prune 30 pages of materials or I’ll flood my readers. It might be better to both prune and scatter all in different posts, we will see.

Ups and Downs

Piccadilly today. Fair use

London is now such a bright, electric place, so different from the London of the Sixties, gloomy and depressing (apart from the pop & rock music of the time, which was absolutely great: the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, The Shadows, The Animals, The Who, The Kinks, Donovan, Pink Floyd etc. wow). I remember a melancholy evening at Piccadilly Circus, August 1967, I think. It had been such a rainy day I was wondering why I had decided to spend my much-awaited vacation in such a horrid climate. Suddenly this guy came up to me asking cautiously if I wanted any blue movie. His face was so unusual since he was weirdly blonde though with dark skin, this dirty offer making him sound even more equivocal (the colour combination struck me: I had seen only black Africans so far, but surely not blonde guys like that).

Italian scooters mass production (Lambrettas)

Well, that ambiguous guy’s episode in Piccadilly Circus became in my young mind like a symbol of a society I found decadent, unmoving, traditionalist: everything looked old and demodé (cars, doors and windows handles, and those incredibly small wooden houses with two floors and wooden creaky stairs) while Italian society was very active and inventive at that time (see pictures above and below) having recently experienced its post-war economic boom (together with Germany and Japan: the three big losers of WW2 had economies curiously blooming, while the winners in Europe were stagnating). Italy for example was Europe’s China in some ways (although on a smaller scale), producing very good (and cheap) products which swept the European and World markets. Italian cars for example were both inexpensive and excellent and were sold everywhere, from Europe to India to Russia.

Italian economic boom

London now, quite reversely, is so future-oriented and not any longer annihilated by the loss of its empire. It is a great capital again, while Italy, fighting to be inventive again, sees big giants ahead moving, so finally she ends up only a bit better than stagnating. The ups and downs of life.

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