Just to celebrate the release of Dislocations: The Selected Innovative Poems of Paul Muldoon, so many years in the making:
As I have said to friends, I feel that the Muldoon poems selected herein have their own 'mud room' of a book to be put in before they go into the broader house of his life's work. Those shoes and coats in the mud room are the travelled world's news and experiences. We'll talk about them inside, even if the materials of the world are left in the atrium! And only in Muldoon's poetry (I argue), can 'spots of time' exist outside memory! He can make motif of them! And always with that wordplay par excellence.