Praise for Ordinary Sun:
"If T.S. Eliot and Gram Parsons were both dug up and placed in the same small room with just a bottle of whiskey, Fox News and a couple of angels for company, the only contemporary poet they would bother fighting over would be Matthew Henriksen, their prodigal son. What rough age has bore us, I wonder, that we so need Matthew Henriksen's cruel kind of song? If he doesn't let up, they'll probably end up naming him the poet laureate of something and staple the names of the dead to his chest."
"Could attention be a form of violence? Matt Henriksen's speaker tests the surface of things as with a knife-blade, learning its tensile qualities, trying to do no harm. He confronts Nature's cipher, its true face and its false face, its audible face and its ocular face, its adorned face and its blank face. This is metaphysical inquiry wherein the smallest unit opens on the largest, something on nothing, the living on the dead."
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“What I cannot find in the morning is most myself.” Thus writes Matthew Henriksen in his new book, “Ordinary Sun,” a collection of poems that engage in self-exploration and the analysis of our internal existence in comparison to our outer world.Mar 30 2011 | Read Full Review of Ordinary Sun