Doppelgängster: Self-Portraits in a Funhouse Mirror
In his 19th book of verse, the New Romantic sonnets of Jeffrey Cyphers Wright are accompanied here by his beguiling artworks.
The title poem:
Doppelgängster
Wolf behind the wheel.
What dudes we be,
skimming masks of glass
across a bourbon sea.
The mirror smoking
all my weed.
Terminal desire
in the oracle flare.
Selling fiddles to infidels
under withering fire.
Silent heat
wrings jade from me:
these lines, raked
like coals from the sun.
Accolades:
“Wright is our grand lyric master.”
—Andrei Codrescu
“Jeffrey Cyphers Wright’s poems contain a universe within fourteen lines. Wright’s West Virginia background surfaces in Doppelgängster. In these poems, he perceives and rearranges the crazy twisted Americana of this time.”
—Chris Kraus
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