Carson, Ciaran - Calvin Bedient (essay date October 1994)

Calvin Bedient (essay date October 1994)

SOURCE: Bedient, Calvin. Review of First Language, by Ciaran Carson. Poetry 165, no. 1 (October 1994): 31-4.

[In the following review, Bedient notes that the poems in Carson's First Language are uneven.]

In First Language, which won the T. S. Eliot Poetry Prize for the outstanding book of poetry published in Great Britain in the past year, Ciaran (pronounced keer-un) Carson's virtuosic verbal patter rains—no, hails—down like tinily-armed defensive contempt on contemporary Belfast. His previous books, including The Irish for No and Belfast Confetti (the title referring to crumbly brick used as a weapon), gave us a relatively uncarapaced Carson, very relative to be sure, but at least a personality with a history, with moments: “Roses are brought in, and suddenly, white confetti seethes against the window” (“Snow,” Belfast Confetti). Gave us...

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