Archaeology, Art history, Classical philology, Cultural and intellectual history, Late antique history, Literary criticism, Medieval studies, Religious studies, Theology

             

In cooperation with the Universities of Illinois, Vienna, Basel, Pécs, and the Hebrew University, Jerusalem and supported by The Classical Association

Course date

29 June - 4 July, 2015
Application for this course is closed.

Experiences of past course participants

 
2014 course participants said:
 

"The Luminosus Limes course at CEU was top notch due to the university, our course organizers, and the beautiful city.."

 
"The strength of the course was the course attendance by students and scholars from 10 countries. Another strength were the field trips in museums and archaeological sites."
 
"The strength of the course was the international variety of students and professors, the resources of CEU, and the beautiful city of Budapest. This course was simply unforgettable."
 
"In general, lecturers were very, very good at striking the right balance between giving basic information
but also providing food for thought for those who knew more."
 
"The level of the course was really high. The per-course materials have broadened my horizons and I was
ready to understand and participated subjects of the sessions."
 

A poem by course participant, Catherine Jennings, inspired by the 2014 course

Meditations at the Ruins of Aquincum                                

Borderline, bulging bluish green—
we follow its visual field.  
 
Look at oldness how like a ripe olive, the very circumstance of its being
near to rottenness adds a peculiar beauty to the fruit. 
 
When does middle-ness become oldness, a system of fortification?  
Is your life a linear limit—a body, a little breath, intelligence and then…
 
Oldness is hoar frost cracked on young branches. Capture it in a glass jar 
as it melts; contain its migration inward.
 
When bread is baked some parts of it are split at the surface like Mithras 
borne from a rock. Secret rituals. 
 
The future seeps out—
                                   our life is daily wasting. 
 
In Budapest, the sky is lavender—the sun blazing, the press of heat and the tree of almonds waiting since the beginning of time. Perhaps, we are returning to where we belong, retracing steps. 
 
Note:  
Certain phrases are based on text from The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, as translated by George Long.