In the poetry reading session, Ranjit Hoskoté will read from his new manuscript, a suite of 80 poems that follows his Vanishing Acts: New and Selected Poems 1985-2005 (Penguin, 2006).
Ranjit Hoskoté will be introduced by Hyderabad poet Sridala Swami.
So now you know.
All are, I need hardly add (since I'm posting it here), welcome. So Ludwig, Kuffir, Sheetal, Shweta, if you're reading this, please come!
I understand the poetry reading is going to be competing with the Nizam - the last one, the one who rears sheep in Australia - who will be opening something or the other. We will open only books at the poetry reading.
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These invitations are something else: here I'm described as 'Hyderabad poet'. What does that mean? That I write about Hyderabad mainly? Do they mean 'Hyderabad based poet'? How does location matter?
The second funny invitation was for some Poetry thing that's happening at the Hyderabad Central University later this month. Yesterday, I found that I had been conferred a doctorate without my knowledge. Yes. I am Dr. SS and I didn't even know it. I wonder what my dissertation was?
14 comments:
congratulations! open a sheep :-)
Thank you! Sheep? How gruesome! Or are you saying that in your official capacity as bong? In which case it's...mystifying.
And you're the right person to ask: what was my dissertation about?
An honorary doctorate? What fun! You're now qualified to respond to calls of "is there a doctor in the house?" with "why, yes, actually. As a matter of fact..." and be very smug.
Will you be reading at the Dept of English? If you are, interacting with some of the professors will show you that a dissertation on patience is not a bad idea at all.I spent the two years of my MA there contemplating just that.
I envy you - I'd love to go back to campus - it's gorgeous right now! :-)
Wait, you got a PhD without having to write a dissertation??!!!
I'll be back in a minute to congratulate you. I need to find some ketchup to eat my heart out with.
Sharanya: No...not an honorary doctorate; a mistaken one! (There I go from feeling like a potential cheif minister to a fraud. No, wait...what did I just say?)
Extempore: Yes, I will be. And I know what you mean, but not having to study with any Profs, I can sit back and enjoy myself.
And yes...campus is gorgeous now. :D
Falstaff: *evil laugh* Yes, I did!
your dissertation, my dear,
(portentous pause)
was about whatever you wished it to be.
ps. you don't dig opened sheep? vegetarian...
TR: Bah! And here I was, all the Winnie-the-Pooh-ey, waiting to be told about all my Wonderful Exploits.
And oi! Stop hurling abuse at me! You've just made opened sheep sound one step more gross: dig?! With bare hands? Rootling around in their innards?
I'm very confused. Did you or didn't get the degree?
"Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it."
Though, of course, sheep belong in a pen, rather than the pen belonging in the sheep. Confusion, confusion...
??!: Of course I didn't. It's all a big mistake.
Cheshire Cat: I now have a wonderful image of my pen leaking sheep every time I sit down to write. Thank you. (no, seriously).
spacey:
what hurling abuse? an opened sheep, a spit, a little salt... what more could one want?
cat:
pens in sheep -- i thought that only happened in new zealand.
TR: I meant the vegetarian bit!
ah, that's a relief. fulsome apologies for the misunderstanding and please add me to the mailing list for your film on chasing sheep around landmark.
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