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Praise be to The New Yorker, that most revered of American cultural magazines, and to Paul Muldoon, it's poetry editor, who recently appeared on The Colbert Report, reading his poem 'Tea' and indulging Colbert's gently mocking, wry brand of humour.

Why? Because I've just found a brilliant poem by Christian Wiman on the publication's website, which conjured that instant, wonderful sensation of lifting the top of my head clean off and smashing the frozen sea of daily routine, as Emily Dickinson and Kafka would have it. I seriously encourage you to read it.

And while you're there, take a look at Don Paterson's excellent poem 'Rain', the title piece from his new Faber collection due later this year. That's another which transports you somewhere else in its cinematic sweep - a welcome detour and distraction from whatever work deadlines are looming over you this afternoon. Humorous and seriously thought-provoking - you can't ask for much more than that.

Comments

Tony Williams said…
Yes, two good poems - thanks for the distraction...
Unknown said…
Tried to leave a comment yesterday. I agree about Wiman's poem, and Paterson's poem - thanks for pointing them up :)
Steven Waling said…
Well, I read the poem by Paterson, and it's OK if you like de-da de-da rhythms; but frankly, I've read better flarf.

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