Though weregild and eric may both refer to the concept of “a blood price”
there are concepts that float free of any word.
Take Peter Bardens, the former keyboardist for Them,
showing up on Wavelength in 1978. Is there a term for that? Or a farmer of pecans
enjoying a higher status
than a peanut farmer. If allegations of assault were made against officers
in the RUC, very rarely were said officers
subject to investigation. In the matter of Alan Price and only Alan Price
receiving songwriting credits for “The House of The Rising Sun,” that special status
reflects the alphabet. In the beginning was the word
and the word was Bhagwan.
When I first read Langston Hughes’ “Theme
For English B” I had some sense of the concept of being under a thumb,
chiefly from my encounters with UDR Officers
who were former B-Specials. The Baltimore Beacon
was built in the light of 1798; although a United Ireland was a pearl of great price
those who cherished that idea were often, in a word,
terrorists. In early Irish society, chieftains and other men of status
were buried standing up, like their own statues,
their faces set against their enemies. By 1978 “Moondance” was an anthem
Van Morrison played twice on one night in the Bottom Line. Their names a byword
for militant Republicanism to the officers
in Armagh Gaol, the sisters Dolours and Marian Price
were trying to keep their noses clean. The Israeli Prime Minister, Menachem Begin,
had signed another peace treaty with the Piegan
around the time Earl Old Person was granted the honorary status
of Chief of the Blackfeet. All for the price
of a blanket! That arrythmia may be cured by a self-administered chest thump
is well attested by officers
of all stripes. On that you have not only their word
but Jimmy Carter’s. As far back as 1976, the IRA leaders in the Maze had sent word
to the Army Council asking them to begin
a campaign of assassinating prison officers.
The idea was that since the prisoners were prepared to die for political status,
those who tried to take it away from them
must be prepared to pay the same price.
Who would have guessed that every god, pagan or Christian, has his price?
Or that an Irish king might keep, as a status symbol, a Viking sword?
Who would have guessed that lithium would be such a money-spinner for Pfizer?
Paul Muldoon was born in County Armagh in 1951. He now lives in New York. A former radio and television producer for the BBC in Belfast, he has taught at Princeton University for more than thirty years. He is the author of fourteen collections of poetry including Howdie-Skelp, due from FSG and Faber and Faber in 2021. Among his awards are the 1972 Eric Gregory Award, the 1980 Sir Geoffrey Faber Memorial Award, the 1994 T.S. Eliot Prize, the 1997 Irish Times Poetry Prize, the 2003 Pulitzer Prize, the 2003 Griffin International Prize for Poetry, the 2004 American Ireland Fund Literary Award, the 2004 Shakespeare Prize, the 2006 European Prize for Poetry, the 2015 Pigott Poetry Prize, the 2017 Queens Gold Medal for Poetry, and the 2020 Michael Marks Award. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society for Literature and a Fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
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