GOODNIGHT LUNG: REVIEWS
from Nate Slawson in LUNA
The poems read as interior monologues, conversing only with themselves. Questions are asked (“Heard nothing?” “Act ourselves?” “How do we find a thing which / isn’t concerned enough with us to hide?”), but rarely are they answered. Amadon’s conversations unfurl in precise abstraction, and the only clear answer is that the poems themselves are what’s happening again and again.
from Anne Heide in Pilot
This is not the quiet resting in an undetermined self, but a striving for reason, a
questioning that begs for answers. The poems do not revel in unreliability;
they are instead wary of it, and seek steadily for some answer, an answer that
seems to shape itself in the presence of the “you” to which the narrator speaks:
“you want me to know something”(14). But the “you” doesn’t answer, or at
least we are not privy to that answer. This is a call for reassurance, for
placement, that is never satisfied.