"Like Crane and Williams before him, and like some other talented living poets . . . Di Piero has staked a claim at the interval between heightened poetic speech and the language hooks of advertising, between sincere oratory and a street-smart insult. Always, the poems surprise with the madcap tumble of roiling diction." —Partisan Review
"W.S. Di Piero is a singular yet deceptive presence in American poetry. He fearlessly juxtaposes the Latinate and the Anglo-Saxon, the raunchy and the sacred, car horns and choirs. His line is edgy, razor-sharp, his syntax turbulent." —Mark Rudman
"His instinct is to admire the physical world, but the poems embrace place with elegiac fury, in language that is only sensitive by remaining rough, refusing the option of beautiful polish, leaving always open that glimpse into unguarded despair without which the artist is trivial." —Mary Kinzie
