Moy Sand and Gravel Paperback – 1 Apr 2004
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"A marvellous book; nothing human, or inhuman, is alien to it."--Andrew Motion, "The Independent "Books of the Year "Among the few significant poets of our half-century." --Tim Kendall, "The Guardian" "Paul Muldoon is a shape-shifting Proteus to readers who try to pin him down...Those who interrogate Muldoon's poems find themselves changing shapes each time he does... authentically touched or delighted." --Richard Eder, "The New York Times Book Review" "One of the English-Speaking world's most acclaimed poets still at the top of his slippery, virtuosic game." --"Publishers Weekly"
Moy Sand and Gravel demonstrates Paul Muldoon's trademark ability to combine emotional affect, political statement, linguistic innovation, historic sensitivity and a hugely witty and amiable persona into a poetry of dancing music and intense perception.See all Product Description
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Then to spy
in an unused cellar spot
Under a bulb fixture
long since jury-rigged
in deal cast-off
And between oil tank
and salt-scalloped stone wall
--Between a ruck
and a carapace--
A tiny skeleton--mouse.
to trip-tipsy the dark
--As even the Dean
and Cuchulain might--
[My opinion is that Muldoon peaked in 1990 with his tour de force, MADOC--A Mystery, the book-length poem and astounding work of the imagination. MADOC was large, confounding, mysterious, lyrical, and sui generis (really). Yet many readers/reviewers did not appreciate it. Since that work, Muldoon seemingly has tried to obtain such appreciation by offering more manageable fare--featuring topical themes, easy wit, sentiment, form, and rhyme (not to mention all those pretty names of Irish places). He has served up plates of warm apercus. If that is your thing--fine. He is terribly accomplished--his more recent poems, including those of Moy Sand and Gravel, sparkle with polish and panache. But I will take the polar edge of the creative MADOC thankyouverymuch.]
The reason this collection loses a star is the last poem, as usual in his work a longer one: "At the Sign of the Black Horse." The Irish navvy-Jewish mogul undercurrent never convinces, but seems layered over the parental concerns. Where Muldoon often swerves to avoid obstacles, here he seems to plow ahead, but ends up floundering a bit when taking more time to expand and concentrate his direction would've made for a better poetic quest into a very deserving subject of culture clash.