"Vivid with specifics, with instances of lived experience, this is a work firmly rooted in an earth that is itself unstable. Meadows explores that instability, explores our own complicity, and yet with a generosity that seeks to embrace rather than to blame, and through that embrace, to achieve a more exacting engagement with contemporary cultural and ecological tensions. Through her evocative, kaleidoscopic phrasing, we're witnesses to a meticulous yet rangy accounting that demonstrates how language can be used to create new modes of accountability."
-Cole Swensen

"The melancholy of a particularly cerebral struggle with the political, artistic self or selves is the dominant, rich tone of this book. Meadows's 'recuperative theater' (as she describes it) presents a broken world with cinematic flair - 'water treatment doesn't work... people as pulled dandelions, for / mundane weeds, not people (in the manner of) unsettled nostalgia' - and is global in scope, perspectives ever-shifting as her meditations are turned askew by the pulses of the news, her own notes as a fraught witness, and a pantheon of unnamed voices."
-Brian Kim Stefans