I want you to tell me if, on Grammy night, you didn’t get one hell of a kick out of all those bling-it-ons in their bullet-proof broughams, all those line-managers who couldn’t manage a line of coke, all those Barmecides offering beakers of barm – if you didn’t get a kick out of being as incongruous there as John Donne at a Junior Prom.
Made me wish I was there that night at Nobu. Must have taken great courage to ride shotgun with Zevon driving. I just ordered "Horse Latitudes." Writing commentary for McCartney's book of lyrics must have been interesting: I don't think there's any doubt that Muldoon's own lyrics (for Handsome Family too) are better, as standalone words. Is he still poetry editor at The New Yorker?
Thanks Greil! This was an inspiring poem with much to unpack. Celebrating Warren everyday.
Speaking of Muldoon, series 2 with McCartney has begun: https://bit.ly/3OY9fQD
Made me wish I was there that night at Nobu. Must have taken great courage to ride shotgun with Zevon driving. I just ordered "Horse Latitudes." Writing commentary for McCartney's book of lyrics must have been interesting: I don't think there's any doubt that Muldoon's own lyrics (for Handsome Family too) are better, as standalone words. Is he still poetry editor at The New Yorker?
I don’t get it but then I’ve always disliked Muldoon’s work. Not sure why