City of Incandescent Light

Poetry. Clearly, these poems are the Chinese fortunes dandelions would dispense, that is, if you woke up too in cities like these that would give Continental Bards a run for their money, and then some, that is, if verse finally managed to gain the upper hand on prose–local banalities upended in an orgy of absurd lyrical excess.–Timothy Liu

‘We are all just trying / to make it through yesterday, ’ writes Matt McBride in this painfully insightful exploration of our twenty-first-century brand of alienation. In poems that are stylish and skewering, with uncommon wit and unsettling resonance, McBride takes on technology, militarism, love, nostalgia, divorce, the ubiquity of advertising, the institution of the presidency, and the ever-expanding surveillance state. This is a deeply sad and strangely fun and totally shining book that has given me, among other things, the best slogan I’ve heard yet for the current moment: ‘no flag is small enough.’–Natalie Shapero