“Inferno is, of course, ‘a poet’s novel’ and so it hit me at the perfect half way point; Eileen is the poet, Eileen is the narrator, and the book is about her and New York City and poetry and sex and love. I felt all shook up by the messy intractable beauty of some of the lines, but even more so by the willfulness of this narrator, this character, this poet writing herself into being.” - A Year in Reading: Emily M. Keeler
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“Inferno is, of course, ‘a poet’s novel’ and so it hit me at the perfect half way point; Eileen is the poet, Eileen is the narrator, and the book is about her and New York City and poetry and sex and love. I felt all shook up by the messy intractable beauty of some of the lines, but even more so by the willfulness of this narrator, this character, this poet writing herself into being.”

- A Year in Reading: Emily M. Keeler

our brain works by filling in locations
inverted snobbery or the moonwalk of synesthesia
where a rehearsal of odorama leads to
primadonna something planetary
a gestalt experience
paradigmatic of the boundaries
of processing ideas absent
rather proof of a proclamation
silent letter articulate as Tinkerbell
in her position as professional mourner
tutu and all disambiguous mercuric
captioned performative device creature
From Erica Kaufman’s INSTANT CLASSIC, glowingly endorsed by Eileen Myles.