"The poems capture moments, and they don't explain themselves. But, cumulatively, they invoke a sense of what it is like to be almost supernaturally sensitive, empathic, curious, responsive. In short: what it feels like to be a poet, possessed by a muse." –Charles Kruger,
The Rumpus "I've grown to love CA Conrad–the man, the work, and all he attempts and represents–because he always argues (from the inside of his poems) for a poetry of radical inclusivity while keeping a very queer shoulder to the wheel. His kind of queerness strikes me as nonpolarizing, not intentionally but because of the fullness of his exposition, a kind of gigantism that seems to me to be most deeply informed by love, and a tenderness for the ravages and tumult of existence." –Eileen Myles
"Conrad's construction and airing of Frank's reality isn't just dream tittering. Instead, these poems show imagination as a vehicle of outright salvation..." –Mike Young,
NOÖ Journal "At once charming and frightening, The Book of Frank will certainly take the top of your head off, and it might just replace it with something better." –Noah Eli Gordon,
Boston Review "Conrad's approach is a welcome change from high-minded poetry that steadfastly ignores the body in all its dumb, limiting materiality...Only by engaging this body, by forcing ourselves to travel through the shames and humiliations of its portals, can we achieve transport." –Christopher Schmidt,
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