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Wendy Cope will be the guest reader
at the 2010 Jean Burden Poetry Reading. The event will
take place on Thursday, February 25, 2010 at 6:30pm in the
Golden Eagle Ballroom. Admission is free and the
event is open to the public.

When Wendy Cope's debut collection of poems,
Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis, appeared
in 1986, it was a publishing sensation, winning widespread
critical praise and eventually selling 200,000 copies. Her
subsequent books have received a similarly warm reception.


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She is generally acknowledged
to be one of the very best and cleverest poets of our
time and the funniest, most spot-on parodist in English
since Max Beerbohm.

The Jean Burden Poetry
Readings are sponsored by CSULA’s
Center for
Contemporary Poetry and Poetics
, the College of Arts and
Letters, and the Department of English. For additional
information, please contact the Department of English
(323) 343-4140.

ABOUT WENDY COPE

"Wendy Cope is without doubt the wittiest
of contemporary English poets, and says a lot of extremely
serious things."
Dr. Rowan Williams,
Archbishop of
Canterbury

"She should be given a medal for
the number of reluctant readers of poetry, of all ages,
she's laughingly and tunefully returned to the fold."

Ambit

"A jet-age Tennyson."
London Review of
Books

 

 

 

FOUR POEMS BY WENDY COPE

BLOODY MEN

Bloody men are like bloody buses—
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

 

VALENTINE

My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.
Whatever you've got lined up,
My heart has made its mind up
And if you can't be signed up
This year, next year will do.
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.

 

Engineers’ Corner

“Why isn’t there an
Engineers’ Corner in Westminster Abbey? In Britain we’ve
always made more fuss of a ballad than a blueprint … How
many schoolchildren dream of becoming great engineers?”

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We make more fuss of ballads
than of blueprints—
That’s why so many poets end
up rich,
While engineers scrape by in
cheerless garrets.
Who needs a bridge or dam?
Who needs a ditch?

Whereas the person who can
write a sonnet
Has got it made. It’s always
been the way,
For everybody knows that we
need poems
And everybody reads them
every day.

Yes, life is hard if you
choose engineering—
You’re sure to need another
job as well;
You’ll have to plan your
projects in the evenings
Instead of going out. It must
be hell.

While well-heeled poets ride
around in Daimlers,
You’ll burn the midnight oil
to earn a crust,
With no hope of a statue in
the Abbey,
With no hope, even, of a
modest bust.

No wonder small boys dream of
writing couplets
And spurn the bike, the lorry
and the train.
There’s far too much
encouragement for poets—
That’s why this country’s
going down the drain.

 

By the Round Pond

You watch yourself. You watch the watcher too—
A ghostly figure on the garden wall.
And one of you is her, and one is you,
If either one of you exists at all.

How strange to be the one behind a face,
To have a name and know that it is yours,
To be in this particular green place,
To see a snail advance, to see it pause.

You sit quite still and wonder when you’ll go.
It could be now. Or now. Or now. You stay.
Who’s making up the plot? You’ll never know.
Minute after minute swims away.

 

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