Paul Muldoon – författare

"Ireland"The Volkswagen parked in the gap,But gently ticking over.You wonder if it's loversAnd not men hurrying backAcross two fields and a river.Sven Birkerts has said, "It is not usual for a poet of Muldoon's years to have . . . an oeuvre disclosing significant shifts and evolutions. But Muldoon, more than most, is an artist in high flight from self-repetition and the deadening business of living up to created expectations." The body of work in Poems 1968-1998 -- a comprehensive gathering of Paul Muldoon's eight volumes -- finds a great poet reinventing himself at every turn. Muldoon's career thus far shows us a fascinatingly mutable climate in which each freshening period brings -- as his first collection was predictively titled -- new weather."

Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Paul Muldoon delivers a sharp wake-up call with his witty and thought-provoking fourteenth collection, Howdie-Skelp.A "howdie-skelp" is the slap in the face a midwife gives a newborn. It''s a wake-up call. A call to action.In this collection, Muldoon presents a nightmarish remake of The Waste Land, an elegy for his fellow Northern Irish poet Ciaran Carson, a heroic crown of sonnets that responds to the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, a translation from the ninth-century Irish, and a Yeatsian sequence of ekphrastic poems that call into question the very idea of an "affront" to good taste.Muldoon''s Howdie-Skelp showcases his trademark wit, political insight, and mastery of form, cementing his position as one of the most important voices in contemporary Irish and American poetry. A must-read for fans of twenty-first century poetry and Irish literature.

“Is there any living poet with as skilled . . . an ear?" (McSweeney's). The answer resounds: Muldoon is a true original.Since his 1973 debut, New Weather, Paul Muldoon has created some of the most original and memorable poetry of the past half century. Joy in Service on Rue Tagore sees him writing with the same verve and distinction that have consistently won him the highest accolades.Here, from artichokes to zinc, Muldoon navigates an alphabet of image and history, through barleymen and Irish slavers to the last running wolf in Ulster. The search involves the accumulated bric-a-brac of a life, and a reckoning along the way of gains against loss. In the poet’s skillful hands, ancient maps are unfurled and brought into focus—the aggregation of Imperial Rome and the dismantling of Standard Oil, the pogroms of a Ukrainian ravine and of a Belfast shipyard. Through modern medicine and warfare, disaster and repair, these poems are electric in their energy, while profoundly humane in their line of inquiry.