Please send some:


J.H.Prynne (2004)
Don’t spend too much time with poets if you don’t want to die young.

James Keery (2004)
… like the poem very much – conscience compels me to say I don’t like ‘only/ by pony/ penetrating’ (or even penna trait…) – ugh – it isn’t just the jingle, because I think ‘the now named/ unknown noun' is excellent …They say a poet’s just another of his own critics, but you’re an illuminating one…

Doreen King (2004)
This is a clever and provocative work. It is quite tongue-cheek and inciting … screws up page after page of English language …spits upon it and polishes…

Peter Oswald (2003)
… you don’t see the wood for the trees…the trees for the branches...the branches for the bark or the bark for the weevils and tiny mites and aphids…

Chris Long (2002)
The best thing since I lost track of “Angel Exhaust”!

Noel Rooney (2002)
You seem to have constellated yourself into a sole art system of pseudonymous puns…and who else is privileged to finger this orrery? …(talking to theo) but surely you wanted him to drive our proud flesh, not giggle at impetigo over play-time milk.

David Larsen (2002)
… been able to read more of Drone Fascicle now, and am unchanged in my feeling that I’ve never seen anything like it…In the editor’s introduction you invite contributions from other writers, but can you possibly mean that? I can’t imagine anyone else’s stuff fitting in w/ yours.

Franz Josef Czernin (2000)
… rather as if new and old hats had been fitted together. And that is interesting.

Chris McCully (1992)
...word-play of the kind you outline comes as a delight not as a mystification, although...some of your connections seem hard to follow ...some of your comments seem too obvious: of course a poem can be a justification of myth ... but I didn't trust the poem far enough to find that particularly satisfactory.

Michael Hamburger (1991)
I am glad that you are defiant.

Roy Fisher (1991)
Quite a piece of music you made there.

Ronald Hutton (1990)
… you failed to embarrass me…can say things effectively and prettily…I would love to tell critics that Telling no. 37 is a fragment from seventh century Greece, and hear them go into raptures over it…you really are one of those writers who get touched by a Muse every so often, and no amount of scrambling around between those times will bring her to you…