Spent the day learning the Elven script (Quenya style). Stumbled through random poetry sites and discovered a new poet I'm beginning to like. All this in the middle of exams. What will ever become of me, I wonder.

Sample this:

In Praise of Self-deprecation

The buzzard has nothing to fault himself with.
Scruples are alien to the black panther.
Piranhas do not doubt the rightness of their actions.
The rattlesnake approves of himself without reservations.

The self-critical jackal does not exist.
The locust, alligator, trichina, horsefly
live as they live and are glad of it.

The killer-whale's heart weighs one hundred kilos
but in other respects is light.

There is nothing more animal-like
than a clear conscience
on the third planet of the Sun.
- Wistawa Szymborska