From John Dennison’s launch speech:

Do not make the mistake, then, that this is spiritual or religious poetry, if by that we mean ‘inward’, a folded and obscured gaze, the poet regarding profound irrelevancies refracted from a defunct cosmology. Better to slate his spirituality outright, than patronize it with such benign relegations! 

Instead, hallelujah! Trust the trust of the work, and let it lower you, like the paralytic in Mark’s Gospel, through the busted roof of your understanding, into this book; because sometimes in this book, belief takes shape in language, like a man who, kneels heedless in a busy bookstore, as one by one, bright birds fly from his mouth.

Read the full speech here.