Have you ever read “The Wasteland,” and thought, this poem would be a lot better if T.S. Eliot had put in a crazy rabbit and a caterpillar smoking hookah?
Look no farther than poet Ann Lauterbach’s “Alice in the Wasteland.” That’s right, Lewis Carroll’s little blonde heroine wanders into Modernist verse.
Lauterbach will be lecturing tonight at 6 p.m. in the Thompson Room of the Barker Center. Preview her verse—and analysis of what makes bad poetry bad— after the jump.
From a Boston Review essay: