…Being Called a Difficult Poet
…Over the years he has won a fair share of praise. But he has also been criticized for being difficult…. He has also been criticized for being postmodern, a prankster, for engaging in madcap rhyming.
And now, with his ninth collection, Moy Sand and Gravel, published in October, it is happening again. Peter Davison, reviewing it in The New York Times Book Review, had high praise: the book “shimmers with play, the play of mind, the play of recondite information,” he wrote. But he complained that some of it was so difficult that one needed a dictionary, or perhaps an entire university library, to decipher it. “Postmodernism contents itself with allusion rather than conclusion,” Mr. Davison wrote. Some poems, he said, seem like “artificially enriched, overinformed doggerel.”
Here’s one interesting twist for the career of a ‘difficult’ poet to take — writing rock lyrics:
Mr. Muldoon has cast a wide net with his career. He has written lyrics with the rock musician Warren Zevon, including the title song of Mr. Zevon’s album “My Ride’s Here.” The lyrics have Mr. Muldoon’s distinctive postmodern lilt: “I was staying at the Marriott/with Jesus and John Wayne./I was waiting for a chariot./They were waiting for a train./The sky was full of carrion./`I’ll take the mazuma,’ said Jesus to Marion./`That’s the 3:10 to Yuma, my ride’s here.’ “
He and Mr. Zevon had also been working on a musical, “The Honey War,” about a dispute over gaming rights to an American Indian casino. Mr. Zevon recently announced that he has terminal cancer, and the project is on hold.
But that’s not the half of it:
Meanwhile Mr. Muldoon has written three operas, with music by Daron Hagen. Vera of Las Vegas is about two I.R.A. volunteers on the lam, a rogue immigration agent and a transvestite lap dancer. The opera has a mélange of styles: U2 vintage rock, jazz, and traditional Irish music. It will have two performances at Symphony Space in New York in June. Shining Brow, about Frank Lloyd Wright, will have a concert performance by the Buffalo Philharmonic next fall. A third opera is Bandanna, a re-retelling of Othello.
Mr. Muldoon is about to begin work on his next lecture, part of a series at Oxford, to be given in January. It is called “The End of the Poem.”
“It’s about how poems are ended,” he said. “It’s about the purpose of poetry in the world.”
And just what is that, Mr. Muldoon was asked? He had a ready answer. “The purpose of poetry,” he said, “is to help us to make sense of who we are.” NY Times
You’ll find some links to poems of Muldoon here. Try this:
Aisling (1983)
I was making my way home late one night
this summer, when I staggered
into a snow drift.
Her eyes spoke of a sloe-year,
her mouth a year of haws.
Was she Aurora, or the goddess Flora,
Artemidora, or Venus bright,
or Anorexia, who left
a lemon stain on my flannel sheet?
It's all much of a muchness.
In Belfast's Royal Victoria Hospital
a kidney machine
supports the latest hunger-striker
to have called off his fast, a saline
drip into his bag of brine.
A lick and a promise. Cuckoo spittle.
I hand my sample to Doctor Maw.
She gives me back a confident All Clear.