Hope & Wendy Cope

Banksy's 'There's Always Hope'
Banksy’s ‘There’s Always Hope’
(Image from here)

One of my favourite blogging buddies, Shira over at In Pursuit of More has tagged me as part of a blog relay about hope. I’m not sure I’m convinced about blog relays BUT because it’s the lovely Shira tagging me, I am giving you a perspective on hope. Hope you enjoy!

On the other hand, perhaps it is serendipity? I’ve been looking for an opportune moment to share my favouritist poet of all time here on TSL, and I reckon I have just been given a wee nudge.

Please let me introduce you to the wonderfully funny, irreverent and clever Wendy Cope. Born in England, where she still resides, Wendy Cope is an award-winning contemporary English poet.

To date, I have two of her anthologies – ‘Serious Concerns’ and ‘Making Cocoa for Kinglsey Amis’ (available from Amazon). They are both wonderful – although I think I favour the former. Just.

And, as a taster, I give you ‘My Funeral’ by Wendy Cope (previously published in The Spectator).

Wendy – if you happen to read this post – I do hope you’ll forgive my flagrant breach of copyright. I love your work!

I hope I can trust you, friends, not to use our relationship

As an excuse for an unsolicited ego-trip.

I have seen enough of them at funerals and they make me cross.

At this one, though deceased, I aim to be the boss.

If you are asked to talk about me for five minutes, please do not go on for eight

There is a strict timetable at the crematorium and nobody wants to be late

If invited to read a poem, just read the bloody poem. If requested

To sing a song, just sing it, as suggested,

And don’t say anything. Though I will not be there,

Glancing pointedly at my watch and fixing the speaker with a malevolent stare,

Remember that this was how I always reacted

When I felt that anybody’s speech, sermon or poetry reading was becoming too protracted.

Yes, I was intolerant, and not always polite

And if there aren’t many people at my funeral, it will serve me right.

Go and check out Wendy Cope’s work. Please. Even if you are not a lover of poetry yet, it is my hope that Wendy can convert you (as she did me).
Now, I’m handing the baton to these bloggers in the Hope 2012 Blog Relay:
Sparks from Everyday Sparks
The ever enigmatic WhatIMeant2Say

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Comments (14)

Love love that poem! It is so so true!! 🙂

BCD – few technical issues this morning. I would like to pass the ‘Hope’ relay baton to you (and a few others)… Knowing you, you will have a fabulously creative way to interpret your thoughts on the matter!

Wendy Cope is a wonderful poet and her work is well worth looking into.

OK…… team GB will hopefully rise to the challenge with Usain Bolt spirit….. not quite sure which way that rise will occur

Great image. Lovely poem as well. I can think of a few people I should send it to 🙂

I love her grumpiness in this poem – even after she’s dead! My Dad (ANF) wants me to remember it when his time comes – in the far, far distant future

I relaate to the funeral poem. Remember it!

woohoo! I haven’t done one of these before. I, uh, hope I can make you proud!

I’ve never seen that poem before. It is now on my list of favorites!

I think you would like Wendy’s poems. She wrote a very funny one about men being like buses…

Love that poem (and the Banksy image, of course), TSL – it’s a keeper. I’ll check out Wendy Cope as I think I like her style! Thanks also for passing the baton of Hope blogging to me – inspired by the Olympic spirit, I’ll do my best. Even if I’m not exactly sure which track I’m running on… 😉

Sparks – I am quite sure you will do us all proud!

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That’s such a sweet Banksy work 🙂

Gorgeous, isn’t it? Not surprised you like it M, with your love of street art.

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