Catullus – Poetry as Awakening

When I was sixteen I came across a friend from Latin class ecstatically reading translations of Catullus’ poetry. I sat down
as she whispered his passions about life, politics, and love to me
which we both found eye-opening. The ackward boys of our class which had been our access to trying to understand our hormones were
nothing compared to the wonder of a dead poet who exhorted his mistress to share life and love without caring about the censure of dried up old men. Since then Catullus has always felt the pulse of my life within his own as he explored passion, betrayal, and other urgings of the heart. Now that I am old I still smile at his poem about Clodia’s lucky sparrow that sang next to her bosom and the
sorrow of a dying brother. If you ask me why we write — it is THAT! if you ask me why we read — it is THAT! if you ask me why we live — it is THAT!


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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