Wright shrinks back from nothing.--The Village Voice
Wright belongs to a school of exactly one.--The New York Times Book
Review
Wright has found a way to wed fragments of an iconic America to a
luminously strange idiom, eerie as a tin whistle.--The New Yorker
C.D. Wright is one of America's oddest, best, and most appealing
poets.--Publishers Weekly
A companion to her astonishing collection of prose Cooling Time, C.D.
Wright argues for poetry as a way of being and seeing, and calls it
the one arena where I am not inclined to crank up the fog machine.
Wright's passion for the genre is pure inspiration, and in her hands the
answer to the question of poetry is poetry.
From In a Word:
I love the nouns of a time in a place, where a sack once was a poke and
native skag was junk glass not junk and junk was just junk not smack and
smack entailed eating with your mouth open, and an Egyptian one-eye was
an egg, sunny side up, and a nation sack was a flannel amulet, worn only
by women, to be touched only by women, especially around Memphis. Red
sacks for love and green for money...
C.D. Wright's most recent volume, One With Others, was a National
Book Award finalist. Among her many honors are the Griffin Poetry Prize
and a MacArthur Fellowship. She teaches at Brown University and lives
outside of Providence, Rhode Island.