Nandini writes about the classics and this is a reflection on Ovid's poems Tristia (sad poems) and Epistulae ex Ponto (Letters from the Black Sea):
"But
when the universe is collapsing in flames, there is a
certain solace in building new little worlds on the page. In ordering words,
wrestling thoughts into sense, giving fixable form to chaos when we can put
right so little else. In reaching out from our own isolation to fellow humans
in theirs, by a means that’s no substitute for human contact, but that’s managed
on occasion to survive “Jupiter’s anger, fire and sword, the
gnawing tooth of time.”
That’s what
Ovid’s exile poems teach us: the consolation not of philosophy, but of poetry,
in its original, almost magical sense of making."
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