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Daddy, Daddy by Paul Durcan

josh_caporale's review

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4.0

I am been reading this collection of poetry on and off since I was first assigned to read this for an Irish literature class I took during my last semester at college. Durcan has caught my attention since I first approached "Self Portrait, Nude with Steering Wheel." Another poem that stuck out was "Mary Magdalene at Sunday Mass in Castlebar," where Durcan thinks outside the box with the way we view Magdalene and how things really took place between her and Christ, creating what truly is an ongoing misunderstanding. The last part of this collection, titled Daddy, Daddy, includes poems that center around the way Durcan views the role of his father and places him in various situations. Most of these situations include his father's death or aging to the point his father is at death.

What I like most about Paul Durcan's poetry is his ability to be blunt and not afraid to speak his mind on any subject. What he has to say about his "daddy" is just so strange, but so excusable if you are looking at the different scenarios he is being placed. I would say that most of these poems caught my attention and they read clearly on the contingency that you approach them thoroughly. Many of these poems are free verse and tell a story, which I enjoy, yet they also possess the essence of what one (myself included) looks for when they are reading poetry. If you are looking for some more poetry to read and Irish poetry to be specific, this collection is worth your time. It gets strange, but it's delightful!
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