#paulmuldoon

[davidleyescom]

Cheddar Helping me read the New Paul McCartney book “The Lyrics” I got for Christmas ( thank you my love @kmaleyes ) it’s so good to have McCartneys view on his legacy along with amazing personal photos and recollections of his past and his process ❤️ great reading. #paulmuldoon #paulmccartney #thelyrics #thebeatles #cheddarthecat (at The World) https://www.instagram.com/davidleyes/p/CYWt65_g6td/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ceejayheff]

sideman

I’ll be the Road Runner To your Wile E Coyote I’ll take you in my stride I’ll be a Sancho Panza To your Don Quixote Your ever faithful guide I’ll stand by you in the lists With our market strategists I’ll be your sideman, baby, I’ll be by your side I’ll be a Keith Richards To your Mick Jagger Before he let things slide I’ll be Sears to your Roebuck Before he took the headstaggers And opened nationwide I'll support you at Wembley I may require some assembly But I'll be your sideman, baby, I'll be by your side I’ll be McCartney to your Lennon Lenin to your Marx Jerry to your Ben & Lewis to your Clark Burke to your Hare James Bond to your Q Booboo to your Yogi Bear Tigger to your Pooh Trigger to your Roy Rogers Roy to your Siegfried Fagin to your Artful Dodger I guess I’ll let you take the lead (guitar solo) I’ll be a Chingachgook To your Leatherstocking A blaze of fur and hide Our shares consolidated Our directorates interlocking I’ll be along for the ride I’ll be at Ticonderoga I’ll be there for you at yoga I’ll be your sideman, baby, I’ll be by your side

Paul Muldoon

[mariabasile10]

Wallowing in some sad Irish poetry tonight. #incantata by #paulmuldoon https://irishrep.org/show/2019-2020/incantata/ (at Irish Repertory Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8zrPcngv_m/?igshid=1pcim0akgrm3q

[perseverancecreek]

#seamusheaney #stationisland #paulmuldoon (at Kelowna, British Columbia)

[artsatprinceton]

[Paul Muldoon's poetry] combines snippets of the ancients (terracotta warriors, Benedictine nuns, the life of Moses) with up-to-the-minute vernacular and freshness (mash-ups and selfies).

 Charlotte Runcie in the Telegraph. Muldoon, the Howard G.B. Clark '21 University Professor in the Humanities and professor of creative writing in the Lewis Center for the Arts at Princeton University, Pulitzer Prize winner and poetry editor of The New Yorker, will read from his work at 7 p.m. Oct. 29 at the College of St. Benedict.

[jshoulson]

Today’s Poem

For the love of my life, Margery​, celebrating 20 years.

As --Paul Muldoon​

As naught gives way to aught and oxhide gives way to chain mail and byrnie gives way to battle-ax and Cavalier gives way to Roundhead and Cromwell Road gives way to the Connaught and I Am Curious (Yellow) gives way to I Am Curious (Blue) and barrelhouse gives way to Frank’N’Stein and a pint of Shelley plain to a pint of India Pale Ale   I give way to you.

As bass gives way to baritone and hammock gives way to hummock and Hoboken gives way to Hackensack and bread gives way to reed bed and bald eagle gives way to Theobald Wolfe Tone   and the Undertones give way to Siouxsie Sioux   and DeLorean, John, gives way to Deloria, Vine,   and Pierced Nose to Big Stomach I give way to you.

As vent gives way to Ventry and the King of the World gives way to Finn MacCool   and phone gives way to fax and send gives way to sned and Dagenham gives way to Coventry and Covenanter gives way to caribou and the caribou gives way to the carbine and Boulud’s cackamamie to the cock-a-leekie of Boole   I give way to you.

As transhumance gives way to trance and shaman gives way to Santa and butcher’s string gives way to vacuum pack   and the ineffable gives way to the unsaid   and pyx gives way to monstrance and treasure aisle gives way to need-blind pew   and Calvin gives way to Calvin Klein and Town and Country Mice to Hanta   I give way to you.

As Hopi gives way to Navaho and rug gives way to rag and Pax Vobiscum gives way to Tampax and Tampa gives way to the water bed and The Water Babies gives way to Worstward Ho and crapper gives way to loo and spruce gives way to pine and the carpet of pine needles to the carpetbag   I give way to you.

As gombeen-man gives way to not-for-profit   and soft soap gives way to Lynn C. Doyle   and tick gives way to tack and Balaam’s Ass gives way to Mister Ed and Songs of Innocence gives way to The Prophet and single-prop Bar-B-Q gives way to twin-screw   and the Salt Lick gives way to the County Line   and “Mending Wall” gives way to “Build Soil”   I give way to you.

As your hummus gives way to your foul madams   and your coy mistress gives way to “The Flea” and flax gives way to W. D. Flackes   and the living give way to the dead and John Hume gives way to Gerry Adams   and Television gives way to U2 and Lake Constance gives way to the Rhine   and the Rhine to the Zuider Zee   I give way to you.

As dutch treat gives way to french leave   and spanish fly gives way to Viagra   and slick gives way to slack and the local fuzz give way to the Feds   and Machiavelli gives way to make-believe and Howards End gives way to A Room with a View and Wordsworth gives way to “Woodbine Willie” and stereo Nagra to quad Niagara   I give way to you.

As cathedral gives way to cavern and cookie cutter gives way to cookie and the rookies give way to the All-Blacks   and the shad give way to the smoke shed and the roughshod give way to the Black Horse avern that still rings true despite that T being missing from its sign   where a little nook gives way to a little nookie   when I give way to you.

That Nanook of the North should give way to Man of Aran as ling gives way to cod and cod gives way to kayak and Camp Moosilauke gives way to Club Med   and catamite gives way to catamaran and catamaran to aluminum canoe is symptomatic of a more general decline   whereby a cloud succumbs to a clod and I give way to you.

For as Monet gives way to Juan Gris and Juan Gris gives way to Joan Miró and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer gives way to Miramax and the Volta gives way to Travolta, swinging the red-hot lead,   and Saturday Night Fever gives way to Grease and the Greeks give way to you know who and the Roman IX gives way to the Arabic 9 and nine gives way, as ever, to zero I give way to you.

[genybuzz]

Paul Muldoon's 'ComeBack'

Heard this poem at the Frank O'Hara poetry festival on Fire Island a couple of days ago. And, along with memories of watching my friend do drag, partying on the beach against the super moon, dancing in a beach club with hundreds of handsome gay men, skinny dipping late at night with friends and laughing, chatting and exchanging stories with my housemates while 'Fire Island Classics' played in the background on our house stereo, this poem stays with me, and won't let me go, no easily anyway, to where I was before the past 5 days happened.

COMEBACK

We were introduced by Bruce

At the Stone Pony

All that concentrated juice

Standing room only

You were with some suit

From EMI or Sony

Who was so full of toot

He called for “Mony Many”

You came back to the slum

The squat with Lars and Sammy

Then Lanois’s green thumb

Grew us a golden Grammy

And then our double album

Hit a double whammy

When it reached number one

We reached for our swami

  To make a comeback baby

A comeback don’t you see

It’s time to come back baby

Come back baby to me

  Then our master’s voice

Told us it was cool

To park the Rolls-Royce

In the swimming pool

While our drugs of choice

Were run from Istanbul

Through a girl called Joyce

Whose real name was Mule

We loved the paparazzi flash

The paparazzi zoom

When we finished our stash

Of magic mushrooms

We’d pay in cash

For a kilo of Khartoum

And come back to trash

Another hotel room

  And make a comeback baby

A comeback don’t you see?

It’s time to come back baby

Come back baby to me

  When we broke up we swore we’d never kiss and tell

Never speak to each other until hell

Freezes over or whatever hell does

When it’s co-produced by Eno and Was

But 8ehind the Music and Where Are They Now?

Have pointed the way they’ve shown us how

To take a leaf from Plant and Page

And Fleetwood Mac and set the stage

  For a comeback baby

A comeback don’t you see?

It’s time to come back baby

Come back baby to me

  We’d no sooner said farewell

Than it was time to reunite

A flame’s likelier to swell

In a diminished light

For though we’re a hard sell

What with the cellulite

We’re still dear as a bell

We’re still pretty tight

So let’s remember the fans

As we fan the embers

And hit the Meadowlands

This coming September

When we take each other’s hands

Baby let’s remember

We’re just another band

With only two surviving members

  Making a comeback baby

From yet another rave

A comeback baby

A comeback from the grave.

  --Paul Muldoon.