The Age of Greenhouses by Anne-Adele Wight
It is exciting watching a new Anne-Adele Wight poetry fan holding her latest book, their faces beaming until they look up with Wow! Her poetry is a hidden American treasure no longer as more and more poets are sharing her books. It is a privilege to read a poet who has dedicated years to her craft, giving the world some of the best poems we will ever read. The Age of Greenhouses made me say Wow over and over! Let the celebration begin! ––CA Conrad
It is exciting watching a new Anne-Adele Wight poetry fan holding her latest book, their faces beaming until they look up with Wow! Her poetry is a hidden American treasure no longer as more and more poets are sharing her books. It is a privilege to read a poet who has dedicated years to her craft, giving the world some of the best poems we will ever read. The Age of Greenhouses made me say Wow over and over! Let the celebration begin! ––CA Conrad
It is exciting watching a new Anne-Adele Wight poetry fan holding her latest book, their faces beaming until they look up with Wow! Her poetry is a hidden American treasure no longer as more and more poets are sharing her books. It is a privilege to read a poet who has dedicated years to her craft, giving the world some of the best poems we will ever read. The Age of Greenhouses made me say Wow over and over! Let the celebration begin! ––CA Conrad
I love this book––full of gardens so terrifying I wish they were imagined but described so brilliantly I fear they are not. I forget who said “Everyone is interesting in a jungle,” but only the delicately arranged are so interesting in the garden of a ranch house built in 1960. “Books,” the book warns us, “don’t come cheap in the garden.” Welcome Anne-Adele––who seems to have no fear, not even the one of looking squarely at the planetary catastrophe of modernity––to the Lucretian halls of poets who spare no science. All this courage, plus I never thought I’d read an ecopoetics this funny.
––Anne Boyer
The mash-up of our ecological and moral concerns may be navigating by “a map so changed by three million years that spare parts no longer apply.” Anne-Adele Wight’s gardens now stand in for that map; our labyrinth lost, our plague clue, our rumored history, our “heaven and hell”––but for how long? Amid observable shifts in climate and oceans, a poetics of the greenhouse prolongs the eventuality of no garden, a future where there may be “no telling what physical gravel might enter the mind.” Forget what gardens are for in your patent metaphysical realm; “everything is a palindrome or nothing is.”
––Edric Mesmer
It is exciting watching a new Anne-Adele Wight poetry fan holding her latest book, their faces beaming until they look up with Wow! Her poetry is a hidden American treasure no longer as more and more poets are sharing her books. It is a privilege to read a poet who has dedicated years to her craft, giving the world some of the best poems we will ever read. The Age of Greenhouses made me say Wow over and over! Let the celebration begin!
––CA Conrad
Anne-Adele Wight is an active member of the Philadelphia poetry landscape. Her work has been published widely and featured at many local venues. She is the author of SIDESTEP CATAPULT (2011) and OPERA HOUSE ARTERIAL (2012), both from BlazeVOX [books]. The opera house has followed her around since 1983 and only recently agreed to show its faces.
Book Information:
· Paperback: 68 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-160964-239-6