In the beginning there was Shakespeare with his worldly verse that let me fly betwixt the Merchant and the Shrew a flame was set alight and it grew and bore testimony to an increasing love for the music of the mind Tagore came later with more a serious thought a distant father to my immaturity undulating spirit that within me lay inspired
Always thought I’d grow up and be like Plath Or like Dorothy Parker always in some dark corner trying on all the mental dresses my imagination supplied powerful black and pungent hues tears that no one cried confessions which became accusations self-effacing in my pride then I found e.e.cummings that tricky wonderful guy who weaved puzzles into his poems such spell-binding joy! I am become Ekalavya from absent teachers i have learnt to string my voice together
Ekalavya : In Indian mythology, a young tribal boy who taught himself archery while accepting Dronacharya, a teacher of princes and kings as his teacher. Drona refused to teach Ekalavya since he was a tribal. When Ekalavya, who was self-taught began to excel at archery-even more than his favourite student Arjuna, Drona asked for Ekalavya's thumb as his "dakshina" fees for teaching him, since Ekalavya had accepted Drona as a teacher even though he had not been accepted as a student.