An outstanding collection of poems by Tom Paulin, one of Britain's most original poets and literary critics
"o chitterin chatterin platinum licht
the bow shall be in the clouds
and I will look upon it
to remember the everlasting testament
between God and all that liveth upon earth
whatsoever flesh or faith it be
--they may have turned Tyndale into tinder
but the bow he wrought lives high
in this wet blue sky"
--from "The Wind Dog"
In the north of Ireland, a "wind dog" is a fragment of a rainbow, and in the title poem of this collection, it provides Tom Paulin with a perfect bridge into childhood and its "lingo-jingo of beginnings." The poem is a singing meditation on the life of the ear--"the only true reader"--and the meaning and music of both words and preverbal sounds are a recurring theme in this rich, cogent, and adventurous volume.
"Tom Paulin is among the best of a great generation of Irish poets."--"The Sunday Telegraph" "Paulin writes an extraordinary language, even when he's not inventing words or exhibiting some unsuspected prize from the hoard of Irish English."--"Guardian" "An original and challenging voice. . . . Ghosts, living and dead--from Chagall to Verlaine, from Lucan to Larkin--haunt these pages, but of all these figures, James Joyce casts the longest shadow. Paulin's improvisatory, allusive, pun-filled, occasionally baggy style owes much to the great novelist. . . . [His] meditations on the nature of Irish identity are sinuous and profound."--"Kirkus Reviews"