"Every time I read Seidel, I'm bowled over by the brilliance of individual lines and images, and baffled by the narrow culvert through which he has forced such an enormous and unruly gift. . . Increasingly, Seidel's poems are about old age, its indignities described in detail worthy of an Italian giallo . . . Encroaching death gives some of Seidel's blasphemy a kind of ballsy élan, as he puts his mortal money where his outrageous mouth has always been. The horror in these poems seems real, not hyped." –Dan Chiasson, New Yorker
"One of the greatest lyrical performers of selfhood in English-language literature" –Jonathon Sturgeon,
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