

Looking through my notes from my Masters program tonight, I came across a handout of Wendy Cope's Waste Land Limericks. I'd almost forgotten how brilliant and hilarious they are! You have to know the Eliot poem to truly appreciate them but I think they're entertaining regardless.
1
In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me -
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.
2
She sat on a mighty fine chair,
Sparks flew as she tidied her hair;
Shee asks many questions,
I make few suggestions -
Bad as Albert and Lil - what a pair!
3
The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep;
Tiresias fancies a peep -
A typist is laid,
A record is played -
Wei la la. After this it gets deep
4
A Phoenician called Phlebas forgot
About birds and his business - the lot,
Which is no surprise,
Since he'd met his demise
And been left in the ocean to rot.
5
No water. Dry rocks and dry throats,
Then thunder, a shower of quotes
From the Sanskrit and Dante.
Da. Damyata. Shantih.
I hope you'll make sense of the notes.
There's nothing I enjoy reading more than an exceptional short story collection so, when a friend, writer, and fellow short story lover recommended Lorrie Moore's Birds of America, I rushed to put it on hold at the library. I had never heard of Moore before but, while she's not particularly "famous," I quickly discovered that she deserves much greater public attention. What struck me about her style was her ingenious blend of ironic humour and starkly human emotion. Her stories can seem light and even trivial on the surface but, when their meanings hit, they do so with tremendous force.
Moore uses exact and unadorned language; she brilliantly crafts her metaphors to capture emotions, culture and the subtleties of family dynamics. Her characters are deeply developed, relatable and yet totally unremarkable. They are the people you see in hotel lobbies, in grocery stores, in hospitals. They are us.