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The Berlin Wall Café This was the collection with which Durcan broke through to the huge and appreciative audience he enjoys today In the first part are poems of great satirical comedy and also of great passion and indignation, and in the second part, poems about the break up of a marriage so intense they would hurt if they weren t also possessed of the healing gifts of truthfulness and humour In The Berlin Wall Caf Durcan has located that space between the walls and barriers societies and individuals erect a no man s land of the free imagination where we meet as the vulnerable and comical human beings we are It contains some of his very best work ✅ Book Lover PDF / Epub ⚣ Author Jennifer Kaufman – Kleankitchen.co.uk and in the second part [Ebook] ➧ Secret Delivery / Her 24-Hour Protector ➭ Delores Fossen – Kleankitchen.co.uk poems about the break up of a marriage so intense they would hurt if they weren t also possessed of the healing gifts of truthfulness and humour In The Berlin Wall Caf Durcan has located that space between the walls and barriers societies and individuals erect a no man s land of the free imagination where we meet as the vulnerable and comical human beings we are It contains some of his very best work Closing out the year 2018 with the wonderful poetry of Paul Durcan I liked that Irish voice from the very first pages candid, direct, even jaunty Poems like The Haulier s Wife and High Speed Car Wash and Bewley s Oriental Cafe have a beautiful sparkle about them, but soon enough Durcan moves on to the inexhaustible topic of Catholic hypocrisy on sexual matters These are subtle, sarcastic poems, some written at the height of the bitter abortion debates of the 1980s Thrown into the mix Closing out the year 2018 with the wonderful poetry of Paul Durcan I liked that Irish voice from the very first pages candid, direct, even jaunty Poems like The Haulier s Wife and High Speed Car Wash and Bewley s Oriental Cafe have a beautiful sparkle about them, but soon enough Durcan moves on to the inexhaustible topic of Catholic hypocrisy on sexual matters These are subtle, sarcastic poems, some written at the height of the bitter abortion debates of the 1980s Thrown into the mix is The Feast of St Bridget , a gut punch of a poem that addresses the relentless blood letting of the Troubles Who knows, this stuff could become relevant again post Brexit The second half contains the confessional soul of this volume In a series of plangent poems, Durcan carries out a sustained post mortem on the corpse of his 15 year marriage that expired when his wife walked out on him He is honest to the point of painfulness here, full of self knowledge and self reproach There s dazzlers aplenty, and it s hard to choose from among them but titles like Hymn to a Broken Marriage and At the Funeral of the Marriage give some hint of what lies within That inscrutable immanence which for me is the truest mark of poetry, that spirit is present here in spades If I was forced to choose just one, I d probably go with The Turkish Carpet , but seriously these are all brilliant poems, love lyrics to stand the test of time Here for instance is the poet agonistes The Turkish CarpetNo man could have beenunfaithfulTo his wife than me Scarcely a day passedThat I was not unfaithful to her.I would be in the living room ostensibly reading or writingWhen she d come home from work unexpectedly earlyAnd, popping her head round the door, find me wrapped roundA figure of despair.It would not have been too bad if I d been wrapped roundAnother woman that would have been an infidelity of a kindWith which my wife could have coped.What she could not cope with, try as she did,Was the infidelity of unhope,The personal betrayal of universal despair.When my wife called to me from the living room doorTremblingly ajar, with her head peering round it The paintwork studded with headwounds and knuckleprints Called to me across the red, red grass of home The Turkish Carpet Which her gay mother had given us as a wedding present And on which our children had so often playedDolls houses on their hands and kneesAnd headstands and cartwheels and dances,And on which we ourselves had so often made love ,I clutched my despair to my breastAnd with brutality kissed it Sweet Despair Staring red eyed down at The Turkish Carpet.Oh my dear husband, will you not be faithful to me Have I not given you hope all the days of my life PS A major problem was printing mistakes lots of missing to s , fatal in a book of poetry and totally unexpected considering not just the vintage but also the venerable publisher.PPS Here is a less charitable take from Alan Dent I wonder what he would make of someone like Wendy Cope or Hugo Williams There s a superb 21 year old Irish pot still whiskey Redbreast warm, fruity, sweet with a faint metallic hint..and a luxuriously smooth finish that lingers beautifully I get the same experience reading Paul Durcan his humour, humanity and deep care for the spirit and soul shines through.The suburban unloved sexless wife dreaming of city passion I whispered, miraculous, our night will come An omnipresent catholic guilt materialising as two watching nuns at a car wash..or a schoolboy There s a superb 21 year old Irish pot still whiskey Redbreast warm, fruity, sweet with a faint metallic hint..and a luxuriously smooth finish that lingers beautifully I get the same experience reading Paul Durcan his humour, humanity and deep care for the spirit and soul shines through.The suburban unloved sexless wife dreaming of city passion I whispered, miraculous, our night will come An omnipresent catholic guilt materialising as two watching nuns at a car wash..or a schoolboy homosexual crush Satires on church values and post modern subway visions There s a tender, heartbreaking hymn to a failing marriage, reflections of late 60s cold water London, art, and first and lasting love once we were Berlin..you and I.Uisge beatha..water of life you will wish to return to this Great postmodern Irish poetry.

    ✅ Book Lover PDF / Epub ⚣ Author Jennifer Kaufman – Kleankitchen.co.uk and in the second part [Ebook] ➧ Secret Delivery / Her 24-Hour Protector ➭ Delores Fossen – Kleankitchen.co.uk poems about the break up of a marriage so intense they would hurt if they weren t also possessed of the healing gifts of truthfulness and humour In The Berlin Wall Caf Durcan has located that space between the walls and barriers societies and individuals erect a no man s land of the free imagination where we meet as the vulnerable and comical human beings we are It contains some of his very best work Closing out the year 2018 with the wonderful poetry of Paul Durcan I liked that Irish voice from the very first pages candid, direct, even jaunty Poems like The Haulier s Wife and High Speed Car Wash and Bewley s Oriental Cafe have a beautiful sparkle about them, but soon enough Durcan moves on to the inexhaustible topic of Catholic hypocrisy on sexual matters These are subtle, sarcastic poems, some written at the height of the bitter abortion debates of the 1980s Thrown into the mix Closing out the year 2018 with the wonderful poetry of Paul Durcan I liked that Irish voice from the very first pages candid, direct, even jaunty Poems like The Haulier s Wife and High Speed Car Wash and Bewley s Oriental Cafe have a beautiful sparkle about them, but soon enough Durcan moves on to the inexhaustible topic of Catholic hypocrisy on sexual matters These are subtle, sarcastic poems, some written at the height of the bitter abortion debates of the 1980s Thrown into the mix is The Feast of St Bridget , a gut punch of a poem that addresses the relentless blood letting of the Troubles Who knows, this stuff could become relevant again post Brexit The second half contains the confessional soul of this volume In a series of plangent poems, Durcan carries out a sustained post mortem on the corpse of his 15 year marriage that expired when his wife walked out on him He is honest to the point of painfulness here, full of self knowledge and self reproach There s dazzlers aplenty, and it s hard to choose from among them but titles like Hymn to a Broken Marriage and At the Funeral of the Marriage give some hint of what lies within That inscrutable immanence which for me is the truest mark of poetry, that spirit is present here in spades If I was forced to choose just one, I d probably go with The Turkish Carpet , but seriously these are all brilliant poems, love lyrics to stand the test of time Here for instance is the poet agonistes The Turkish CarpetNo man could have beenunfaithfulTo his wife than me Scarcely a day passedThat I was not unfaithful to her.I would be in the living room ostensibly reading or writingWhen she d come home from work unexpectedly earlyAnd, popping her head round the door, find me wrapped roundA figure of despair.It would not have been too bad if I d been wrapped roundAnother woman that would have been an infidelity of a kindWith which my wife could have coped.What she could not cope with, try as she did,Was the infidelity of unhope,The personal betrayal of universal despair.When my wife called to me from the living room doorTremblingly ajar, with her head peering round it The paintwork studded with headwounds and knuckleprints Called to me across the red, red grass of home The Turkish Carpet Which her gay mother had given us as a wedding present And on which our children had so often playedDolls houses on their hands and kneesAnd headstands and cartwheels and dances,And on which we ourselves had so often made love ,I clutched my despair to my breastAnd with brutality kissed it Sweet Despair Staring red eyed down at The Turkish Carpet.Oh my dear husband, will you not be faithful to me Have I not given you hope all the days of my life PS A major problem was printing mistakes lots of missing to s , fatal in a book of poetry and totally unexpected considering not just the vintage but also the venerable publisher.PPS Here is a less charitable take from Alan Dent I wonder what he would make of someone like Wendy Cope or Hugo Williams There s a superb 21 year old Irish pot still whiskey Redbreast warm, fruity, sweet with a faint metallic hint..and a luxuriously smooth finish that lingers beautifully I get the same experience reading Paul Durcan his humour, humanity and deep care for the spirit and soul shines through.The suburban unloved sexless wife dreaming of city passion I whispered, miraculous, our night will come An omnipresent catholic guilt materialising as two watching nuns at a car wash..or a schoolboy There s a superb 21 year old Irish pot still whiskey Redbreast warm, fruity, sweet with a faint metallic hint..and a luxuriously smooth finish that lingers beautifully I get the same experience reading Paul Durcan his humour, humanity and deep care for the spirit and soul shines through.The suburban unloved sexless wife dreaming of city passion I whispered, miraculous, our night will come An omnipresent catholic guilt materialising as two watching nuns at a car wash..or a schoolboy homosexual crush Satires on church values and post modern subway visions There s a tender, heartbreaking hymn to a failing marriage, reflections of late 60s cold water London, art, and first and lasting love once we were Berlin..you and I.Uisge beatha..water of life you will wish to return to this Great postmodern Irish poetry."/>
  • The Berlin Wall Café
  • Paul Durcan
  • 05 January 2018
  • 0856403482

About the Author: Paul Durcan

Durcan was educated at University College, Cork, where he studied archaeology and medieval history He lives in Dublin Awards 1974 Patrick Kavanagh Award1989 Irish American Cultural Institute Poetry Award1990 Irish Times Irish Literature Prize for Poetry shortlist for Daddy, Daddy1990 Whitbread Poetry Award for Daddy, Daddy1995 Heinemann Award joint winner


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