“[Welish’s] writing is marked by the legacies of multiple modernisms and by sly misprisions and recursions, an obsession with logical forms that flip abruptly into their shadow selves.”
—BOMB
“Welish’s poetry, like [Thelonious] Monk’s music, is a montage of moving parts in which you’d be wise to expect the unexpected. . . . Welish is sharp about the muddle that is almost everyone’s daily lot.”
—Hyperallergic
“Here are new paths for the mind; for the voice, possibilities that no one has heard paraphrase. So What So That extemporizes on the question: What is the same?”
—Aaron Kunin
“At once meditative and noisy, a charting of the obstinate continuum of consciousness and a scattergraph of words and phrases assembled. So What So That is a tour of a mind enviably open to everything but ‘negatively’ (in Keats’s sense) skirting conclusion.”
—Brian Kim Stefans
“Welish’s usual practice is ‘not to trust language,’ which makes her work bumpy, real, alive. . . . A poet of ‘the insistent now,’ Welish is sensitive to the chora; let her get wind of a chaoid and she’s off.”
—Lana Turner