“There is a classic largeness to these poems, whether of means or of reference—a consummately civilzed response to our time that makes the intimate and the physical still primary despite the generalizing chaos Heller confronts so movingly.”
—Robert Creeley
“Tone perfect poems—the tone, the scale, note by note, interval by interval—attack on the ‘gods of ennui and loneliness.’”
—George Oppen
“Michael Heller brings an inspiring and lovely clarity to these poems whose practice ranges between the poles of rigorous philosophical articulation and sensuous physical image. But no matter their method, this work reveals a poet who is always grappling with art’s ultimate problem: the ordering of the chaotic world to its latent human orders.”
—Hugh Seidman
