"'I was cold and felt the impermanence of being human, ' the narrator in one of Christopher Kennedy's poems says while hiking an icy trail. Throughout
The Strange God Who Makes Us, Kennedy invites the reader to feel this impermanence–which often manifests itself in a playful existential questioning. Rather than fearing this mutability, Kennedy begrudgingly accepts it. It's just the way the world works, he seems to be saying. In the current prose-poem scene, where sameness reigns supreme, Kennedy offers a book full of intelligence, energy, and humor, all directed by an 'I' who is intensely wise and self-effacing at the same time. I haven't read a book of prose poems in a long time that I would call a 'classic, ' but
The Strange God Who Makes Us certainly deserves that praise. It's a book only a master of the genre could write."
– Peter Johnson, author of While the Undertaker Sleeps: Collected and New Prose Poems"In this deft and wildly sophisticated new collection,
The Strange God Who Makes Us, the poet notes, of the dead commenting about the living, 'they are touched by/the ghosts of every hand that ever held them' –an observation, it seems, one might apply to the author himself, or rather his exquisitely attuned memory. Whether addressing Watkins Glen or Shang Qin, rocket ships or 'the beautiful woman with the towering beehive, ' always there is the shivering presence of the future that 'kept peeking around the corner to see if I was ready, ' offering grace and perspective. What more can one ask?"
– Daniel Lawless, Founding Editor, Plume
