Rocker new poetry editor

Spotted by recovering Slugaholic Susan. He might have been touring Ireland with ‘3-car-garage rock band’ Rackett this summer, but Northern Irish poet Paul Muldoon won’t be giving up the day job at Princeton. In fact, as the New York Times reports, he’s taking on another one, as the new poetry editor of The New Yorker. And as Susan points out in the comments zone [Welcome back, susan! – Ed], the rival New York magazine’s Vulture blog “don’t know jack about Muldoon” More below the fold And moreThanks again to susan for this clip of Paul Muldoon, bringing together the two strands of the post title. For the benefit of those who “don’t know jack about Muldoon”.

Adds Susan returns to provide yet another link

ON stage, he looks like a middle-aged Irish poet, bespectacled, dressed in the same rumpled suit he teaches in. He is not a great musician and still can play only seven chords (which is four more than you need, he points out). But to succeed at anything is just so unlikely in the first place. Why should the fact that he’s 53 and a musical neophyte make watching his band rock out on stage any more bizarre for me? Why should I be so surprised by the possibility of being surprised?

And what better excuse for the late, great, Warren Zevon.. Enjoy!

I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen..

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  • susan

    Way to preserve the anonymity of the recovery process there, sunflower. Smooth. Very smooth.

    Pete, the blog for “New York” Magazine — which as I recall is the magazine for people who can afford to subscribe to The New Yorker but don’t actually read it — is already cheerfully reporting that while they don’t know “jack” about Muldoon, “he doesn’t want to publish your sestina either.”

    I think you should provide them with a link. Or two. Or four. Or…

  • Pete Baker

    My bad.

  • susan

    Well, I’m new to the Twelve Steps process but I believe this is the point where I rely upon the assistance of a Higher Power. If only because it will irk the moderator. :o)

    So hello, I must be going, but not before leaving one more link, this one to Paul Muldoon reading two of his lyrics at Princeton (apologies if you’ve already linked this somewhere else, Pete):

  • Pete Baker

    ” If only because it will irk the moderator. :o) ”


    Of course, that’s more than ‘just the one’ comment already. ;op

    And I don’t think I have linked to that clip before.. but I will now. For the benefit of those who don’t know jack about Muldoon.

  • susan
  • Pete Baker


    Definitely needing that Higher Power now ;o)

  • Dawkins

    Just listened to him read The Sightseers.

    I’m sorry but I don’t think he’s terribly good. Is this blasphemous?

  • Pete Baker

    “Is this blasphemous?”

    No, it’s a difference of opinion that you felt obliged to share.

    Perhaps you’re a staffer on the New York magazine..

  • Dawkins

    LOL @ Pete

  • Rory

    Anyone deemed worthy enough to be appointed poetry editor of the hallowed The New Yorker is unlikely to be concerned about any fleabites from New York Magazine. Their declaration of arch unawareness is somewhat akin to Jeffrey Archer declaring that he had never heard of James Joyce.

  • Dawkins


    James Who?

  • Rory

    Dawkins, Dawkins. No blasphemy, please!

  • Dawkins

    We oughtn’t to laugh, I suppose. He’s rather blasphemous. I’m not a believer myself, that is to say. Still his gaiety takes the harm out of it somehow, doesn’t it? – Ulysses


  • susan

    Baker. Linking to Warren Zevon is completely outside the rules of engagement — you might as well be handing a junkie a lit syringe (or whatever).

    ……but since you have, did you know that the last song Zevon ever performed live was also the only song of his (at least according to a completely superficial and perfunctory search of my memory banks) to directly reference armed conflict in Ireland?

    Well, Pete, it is true. Behold “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner”:

  • Pete Baker

    Hey, don’t blame me.. blame Mrs Muldoon..

    Enjoy every sandwich, indeed.