Works and Days

Reviews

"Sly, spry and unpretentious..." — Michael Robbins, Chicago Tribune

"Powered by Mayer’s unique reflections on the mythologies of social and linguistic order, Works & Days possesses a rare combination of artfulness, critical acumen, and personality. The end result is a book that is at once formally inventive and disturbingly of our times." — Michael Miller, NBCC

"Works & Days shows a veteran poet as relentless innovator." — William Lessard, The Brooklyn Rail

"Mayer’s poetic career embodies that generous impulse: Most of her 20-odd books and collaborations show by effusive, charming, sometimes hyperbolic example how to reject any model of poetry that requires perfection and uptight isolation. Instead, her unrhymed sonnets, her seemingly slapdash odes, her versified diary entries let her, and her readers, live in the moment, opening us up to other people’s cares and joys and ­wishes and words, in the New York City art scene where she began and in the greener parts of New York State — ­“Albany and Rensselaer counties” — that provide her territory now." — Stephen Burt, The New York Times

"Her latest collection, “Works and Days,” which came out this June, is among her very best, colliding daily struggles (menstruation, money) with natural obsessions (blue herons, mushrooms) and big unanswerable questions (Is motherhood virtuous? Whither patriarchy?). All of this is undergirded by a hefty serving of irony… Mayer writes the kind of nonsense that makes sense, and sense that is nonsense: I can’t think of a better centering device in these topsy-turvy times." — Daniel Wenger, The New Yorker

"The richness of life & time as they happen to us in tiny explosions all the time are grasped and held up for us to view in her magnificent work." — John Ashbery

"One of the most interesting, exciting, and open experimental poets." — Tom Clark, San Francisco Chronicle

"Love and the seasons and the exigencies and opportunities of daily survival are the inevitable occasions of a body of work that is as radical as it is Horatian, able as little else is both to delight and instruct." — Edwin Frank, Boston Review