Synopsis
THIS IS A GREAT BOOK! Jeff Wright has become the first human being to win the Kentucky Derby, Preakness and Belmont. Take that, Equines! He did it the poet’s way—he crowned himself with sonnets, and gifted them to the world. Reciprocate his generosity by reading with your whole body. And they’re off! Bob Holman Wright’s had always a surrealistic edge to his work combined with a clarity that puts him in a league all his own. Hal Sirowitz Jeffrey Cyphers Wright’s work is dazzling, befuddling, up and down, and impossible to crown, though he writes in the impossible form of the shattered Corona. His work is full of good humor, but it is also as wildly rumbling as the elephant in mourning. As archaeologists find new skulls, so Wright discovers impossible anamorphosis of poetry. The work seems to come out of Ted Berrigan’s sonnet sequences, then suddenly it seems to veer into all possible sequences, a globalism which is the point. Not to like these works is like rejecting New Orleans because it is full of pleasure. Everything seems to be packed in here, even oneself. But the self that you discover is strange and seems like nothing you had guessed as yourself before. We have just stepped on Mars by mechanics; Wright has been there for a long time by human means and refusing to clean up. “Between the mess and the message” and the mesa and the mismatch, there he lies. David Shapiro In Triple Crown, Jeffrey Cyphers Wright goes for the ultimate prize. He joins the ring for competition in one of the sport’s deadliest events—the sonnet sequence. “Look for me in the crosswalk smackdown,” he writes, aware of the pratfalls. First, the sonnet was declared dead, then alive, then surging. The “innocent euphoria” Wright achieves is not so innocent, but it is euphoric. From rock and roll (a critic’s perspective), to mythology as one’s contacts; from the allegorical to the historical to the legendary to the underknown, Wright’s places are sites of giddy invention, where the risk of collapse is justified by views from previously unscaled heights. In Triple Crown, Wright proves himself worthy of the title: poet-lover. Vincent Katz
À propos de l?auteur
Best known as a poet, Jeff Wright is a presence. He wears many hats, figuratively (and literally)—publisher, editor, impresario, artist, musician, critic, curator and eco-activist in the community gardens of his beloved East Village. Richard Hell once introduced him as the “Mayor of the East Village.” On arriving in New York Wright studied with Ted Berrigan and Alice Notley at St. Mark’s Church and served on the Poetry Project’s Board. He started Hard Press, publishing over a hundred poetry postcards and books. While finishing his Masters in poetry he studied with Allen Ginsberg who wrote a forward for his fifth book, Take Over. From 1986 til 2001 Wright ran a monthly: Cover Magazine, The Underground National. Poems, essays and interviews have appeared in numerous anthologies, catalogues and scholarly publications. He was a featured reader twice at the Museum of Modern Art’s poetry series coordinated by Lita Hornick. In 2007 Wright founded a new journal of art and poetry called Live Mag! His own artwork has been in shows at Tribes Gallery, Turtle Point Press, AC Institute, Thomas Jaeckel Gallery among others. Currently Wright contributes art criticism regularly to ArtNexus and has a column in The Brooklyn Rail. This is his 13th book. On publishing Wright’s poem “Touch Base” in the Exquisite Corpse, Andrei Codrescu called it a “Tour de Force.”
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