“‘Face down ass up’—thus begins Michael Chang’s raucously intellectual and visceral collection Synthetic Jungle, where the question of how one is, the nature of an ever-changing/changed self, merges with who one can become, a self that in many ways resists existence by hyperexisting (‘Most days I put on a good face, a werewolf’) to absurd and viciously vulnerable limits. At once non-sequitur and scathingly direct, it is because every word is unexpected that every word convinces. A bewildering collection of ache, awe, and rebuttal.” —Phillip B. Williams, author of Mutiny— -
“The poems in Synthetic Jungle work associatively, calling on readers to infer connections among its parts, but are just as likely, perhaps more likely, to move in a dissociative manner, working to disrupt our ability to anticipate. The result is a poetry that is frequently surprising, and whose catalogs acquire a type of force through accumulation. I’m particularly drawn to this poet’s idiomatic voice and pop culture sensibilities. Chang is equally comfortable in conversation with Heidegger or Meet the Fockers, and the poems in Synthetic Jungle feel of our moment and urgent.” —Matthew Olzmann, author of Constellation Route— -
“In this explosively frank collection, Michael Chang tunes their microscope to the textures and terrains of spaces at the intersection of private and social spheres. Here is a visionary moving along the edge of reality and its surreal offerings: the individual self alone with a mind that can’t help but see the world through its interstices. ‘The daunting task of eating an elephant, armed w/ only a spoon,’ Chang writes, and this encapsulates their stunning brand of tongue-in-cheek logic as truth: Chang’s lyric is nothing short of exquisite, full of verve, full of nails.” —Diana Khoi Nguyen, author of Ghost Of— -