Who is Lucretius

Titus Lucretius Carus ( TY-təs loo-KREE-shəs, Latin: [ˈtɪ.tʊz lʊˈkreː.tɪ.ʊs ˈkaː.rʊs]; c. 99 – c. 55 BC) was a Roman poet and philosopher. His only known work is the philosophical poem De rerum natura, a didactic work about the tenets and philosophy of Epicureanism, and which usually is translated into English as On the Nature of Things and somewhat less often as On the nature of the universe. Lucretius has been credited with originating the concept of the three-age system that was formalised in 1836 by C. J. Thomsen.

Very little is known about Lucretius's life; the only certainty is that he was either a friend or client of Gaius Memmius, to whom the poem was addressed and dedicated.De rerum natura was a considerable influence on the Augustan poets, particularl...
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Book 26 Nature 24 Mind 20 Light 20 Body 20 Time 19 Away 18 Long 18 Life 18 Earth 17


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Newepicurean: episode 167 of the lucretius today podcast is now available! this week we finish chapter 9 of the dewitt book and discuss issues involving motion.
John_attridge: me: what is the origin of the word "figure"? auerbach: it comes from the latin "figura" meaning a 3d shape me: got it thanks a: it often translated the greek "schema" me: ok that'll do a: its semantic history is complex me: shhhhh a: in lucretius me (fingers in ears): lalalalala
Ptsdboy: oh what you discover while reading lucretius…
Crimaiota: "what is food to one, is to others bitter poison."(lucretius)(s1e13)
Cutterstreeby: stephen barile ancient campfires “everything has a fixed mother.” lucretius outside beyond the back porch and ringer-washer, up the hill where the tent-cabins and outhouse stood for many seasons, a steep climb among
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