In an unremarkable instance of life imitating art (cf. Wilde, Intentions) I went to Portobello Road after seeing Notting Hill (Michell, 1999). Nice market. I went into a second hand bookstore and purchased a copy of The Best of Dorothy Parker (London: Duckworth pub. 2000 ISBN 0-7156-3024-5 Approx 5 inches by 8 inches and weighing about 150 grams in semi-excellent condition paperback, purchased at 25% student discount for GBP 3 (INR 240 at a 1:80 conversion rate)).
As you might have noticed, I have done my fair share of academic writing this vacation, and am now at liberty to snuggle up in bed and read stuff like:
SANCTUARY
My land is bare of chattering folk
The clouds are low along the ridges
And sweet’s the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges
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ASYLUM
I face immense inertia
in starting a conversation
having suffered dementia
from living in isolation
-- D (not Dorothy - not even the one from Kansas - for God's Sake)
Few comments make Inky stick
her lazy head out of the hole
But how can she spare the antic
who posts pictures of her soul!
- Demented in isolation Inky
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