Catullus Renacta, more poems of Steven Carter inspired by Catullus
Steven Carter engages his kindred spirit from a couple millennia past once again in this, the fourth volume dedicated to that happy meeting of minds. Once again you will find ribald wit, psychology without the psychologist, and fine fellow-feeling in an eclectic style you will not find elsewhere. Who knows how many books Carter has penned? But this is one of his finest.
“A profound, never-ending text that involves the personal experience of whomever reads it.” — Franca Gerli, University of Naples “Steven Carter, the master.” — Sammy Greenspan, Senior Editor, Kattywompus Press
[Crassus: poet of vitriol] Crassus’ crooked meters Limp along as if the few crooked stones Of Via Aurelia tripped him between Oh, the fourth and fifth beats; They wouldn’t be so bad, the lines, If they weren’t dipped in poison: arrows From “Icy Psyche’s” quiver: enough To make his girlfriend shiver. How do I know? Between the beats she told me so.
Size: 5" x 7.5"
Binding: perfect softbound