Step outside with your language as Anselm Berrigan moves the parts about, seeing them dive through distress to rally with duly measured exhortation. The pitch is feverish: a topical Season in Hell, restorative history lessons during intermission, followed by a kind of precisely tumbling Grosse Fugue. The sensations never quit. (Poetry's our sole 'hedge against protection'?) This is a book to clear the decks.–Bill Berkson
Impacted, trenchant, turbulent, heartbreaking and funny too, Free Cell is one poet's free fall through the streaming kaleidoscopic pixilated cacophony of now. Anselm Berrigan has consistently, and always boldly, delivered the news of his generation's angle of incident.–Peter Gizzi
The world of Free Cell keeps repeating have a good one over and over, in anger, in sarcasm, and also just because it's what one needs to hear to keep going. Anselm Berrigan is the poet of the bodily breakdown, the poet of lyric memory, the poet that is this testy and yet also beautiful world needs right now.–Juliana Spahr
