Poetry (or, The Art of Self-lovin’)

My undergraduate department was a fabulous place to grow up in. Of the many wonderful things it bestowed upon us, the ironic and spontaneous witticisms are, to my mind, our best inheritance.

Here’s a tiny taste of the sort of minds we were surrounded by:

Just as every human finds someone to sleep with, every book eventually finds a publisher. Some books, however, are self-published. Especially books of poetry.

The Don

On my old blog, I used to have a whole series of such quotes and tales, dispensed casually during lectures or tutorials or brief corridor-conversations. The time’s ripe, I think, to re-post them here, under the old label JUDE (or Jadavpur University, Department of English). Look for it in the tag-cloud to your right. Joy is for sharing, after all.

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