From Publishers Weekly
Despite high-tech concerns and quips that place her within the interests of Charles Bernstein in his loopy "Nude Formalist" mode, Wheeler's "sources" in this third book seem equally drawn from the allusive grand style of the Bishop/Lowell/Berryman line. Taking overblown advantage of these poets' colloquially pessimistic strains, Wheeler's talent for crushing rhymes exposes total disaffection: "You've been pure trouble since I thought you up,/ Acie, hairnet, glass eye, wormy dick/ through stretch pants across a girth so thick/ even your dog don't jump." Wheeler's pantheon of effects, previously exercised in Bag O' Diamonds and Smokes, takes in everything from jingles, tight syllabic stanzas, the odd mix of stentorian modes and cartoonlike plasticity from middle-period Ashbery, pseudo-didactic literariness ("The death of peace is no literature/ Leisure is death without letters./ Death is without the leisure of letters./ A lettrist's death is without peace."), myths, fables, surrealist mantras and Swiftian turns. A table of contents that sources these 49 untitled, numbered poems including 24 jarring collages that are placed on equal poetic footing with the 25 texts is bookended by three appendixes of drafts, clippings and HTML code, further elaborating Wheeler's relationship to the strangeness of "being" in a time when any attempt at expression is echoed back by the circuit-board of media. Formally dazzling and spiritually unforgiving ("On an upper story, someone is dying./ On this lower floor, I am revising."), this is an important, limit-testing book. (May 1)Forecast: Wheeler's three collections have been published by the Univ. of Georgia, Four Way Books and now the Australian Salt. This book will be well-reviewed in literary venues and sought out by her solid following, and it should find her a steady U.S. house.
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Review
Despite high-tech concerns and quips that place her within the interests of Charles Bernstein in his loopy "Nude Formalist" mode, Wheeler's "sources" in this third book seem equally drawn from the allusive grand style of the Bishop/Lowell/Berryman line. Formally dazzling and spiritually unforgiving, this is an important, limit-testing book. Publishers Weekly Part of the project of Wheeler's book is to turn the type itself into object (a thing which always happens, of course, but it is not always part of the awareness of the poet) which is read separately, perhaps, from the language ... and this is part of the larger project of contemporary poetry generally, to return attention to the ... extensivity of language into space, into physical therefore delicate and dangerous and temporary existence. -- Bin Ramke American Letters and Commentary #13 Wheeler skirts along the troubled borders where virtual reality and Robert Lowell's Maine lobster town vie for our central geographic tropes, and where the "self" is invariably a node in a cluster of rhizomatic meanings or enmeshed in an aging, none-too-pretty (but lyrical) body. In any case, Source Codes is one of the few books of poetry that truly synthesizes, even exhausts, the range of techniques that the 20th century provided for American lyric verse. -- Brian Kim Stefans www.alienated.com Perhaps Louis Zukofsky's paradign of poetry as "lower limit speech" and "upper limit music" described the best of Wheeler's poetry, as it hears the "lower limit" mechanics of culture sing, and carries meaning outside of logical-or even describable-argument. This seems to be the unifying element in all of Wheeler's poetry, this desire to state things while being unable to trust things long enough to have a saying hold. And perhaps then, more positively, moving through this skepticism to a place where saying, again, can be possible. -- John Gallaher Chicago Review