Cody-Rose Clevidence is the author of BEAST FEAST and Flung/Throne (Ahsahta) as well as Listen My Friend, This is the Dream I Dreamed Last Night (2021, Song Cave) and Aux Arc / Trypt Ich, (2021, Nightboat) and several handsome chapbooks. They live in the Arkansas Ozarks with their assorted animals named after other animals.
Clevidence's new triptych is nothing short of a magnum opus. -Adie Bovee, Harbor Review The poems of Aux/Arc Trypt Ich, one of two volumes Clevidence published in 2021, are shot through with a sense of nature's vitality and with the possibility that the numinous, even the divine, may inhere in that nature - and especially in nature's generative processes. -Mark Scroggins, Hyperallergic The luminous fourth book from Clevidence takes a demonstrated interest in gaps and redaction. -Publishers Weekly Aux Arc Trypt Ich is a sensory experience. It is filled with color and taste, the smell of the damp, dark earth, but also of the stars and the bitter of berries ripened in the shade. -Jordan Zachary, Southern Review of Books Aux Arc Trypt Ich-a lyric triptych exploring body and desire as inextricably enmeshed with Arkansas-is an astonishing work of experimental ecopoetics, embodied and embodying in creek, rut, flatulence, moss, mercy, cum, baptism. -Kelly Weber, Denver Quarterly Clevidence invites us in deeper to the complications of which we ourselves are a part, to participate in the tangle, knowing there is no other way, save by the lovely irritation of the world itself, to gain the great pearl. -Dan Beachy-Quick, Colorado Review Rather than what we might typically expect from an avant-garde poet who spends most of their time in the woods, these poems could best be described as post-ecological, poems that-aware beyond all of their lyrical-ness, often distrustful of it, even-take into account the genealogical current running through poetry's entire pastoral history and, literally, dig for a better access to the sublime. -Cary Stough, Cleveland Review of Books Clevidence is a poet fully in tune with the human condition to which any reader might feel called, if one only takes the time to absorb the dizzying waterfall of language they present. -Sage, The Racket There is such a magnificence and heft to Clevidence's epic, book-length lyric, one that staggers, overlays, staccatos, flips and twists across an assemblage-suite of poems long and short that fit together perfectly. -rob mclennan, periodicities