"Wright shrinks back from nothing."—_The Village Voice_ "Wright belongs to a school of exactly one."—_The New York Times Book Review_ "Wright has found a way to wed fragments of an iconic America to a luminously strange idiom, eerie as a tin whistle."—_The New Yorker_ "C.D. Wright is one of America's oddest, best, and most appealing poets."—_Publishers Weekly_ A companion to her astonishing collection of prose _Cooling Time_, C.D. Wright argues for poetry as a way of being _and_ seeing, and calls it "the one arena where I am not inclined to crank up the fog machine." Wright's passion for the genre is pure inspiration, and in her hands the answer to the question of poetry _is _poetry. FROM "IN A WORD": _I love the nouns of a time in a place, where a sack once was a poke and native skag was junk glass not junk and junk was just junk not smack and smack entailed eating with your mouth open, and an Egyptian one-eye was an egg, sunny side up, and a nation sack was a flannel amulet, worn only by women, to be touched only by women, especially around Memphis. Red sacks for love and green for money…_ C.D. WRIGHT's most recent volume, _One With Others_, was a National Book Award finalist. Among her many honors are the Griffin Poetry Prize and a MacArthur Fellowship. She teaches at Brown University and lives outside of Providence, Rhode Island.