The Final Voicemails

“Astonishing … These poems envision countless afterlives, each one more arresting than the last… . Max Ritvo’s legacy, like Emily Dickinson’s, will resemble not a solemn monument but a vibrant workshop, left open for readers to explore.”

“The Final Voicemails reflects Max Ritvo’s astonishing linguistic agility, singular vision, and thought processes as well as his frankness, quirkiness, and sly humor… . It will stand as a testament to the salvation that is poetry, and how it lives beyond the page and the poet.”

“Since Max Ritvo’s passing, I’ve heard critics compare him to Wallace Stevens, Rainer Maria Rilke, John Keats, and countless others. Of course, Max wasn’t any of them exactly, but it’s astonishing that one inscrutable young poet could evoke comparison with such titans while still remaining so enchantingly himself. In The Final Voicemails, we see Ritvo at his most imaginative—clouds are worn as wigs, meat is cut into a braid of arrows, a carpenter nails brains to the side of a lung. The effect is wild, incantatory. You’ll find yourself beaming with your whole heart, even as Ritvo breaks it again and again.”

“In The Final Voicemails Max Ritvo’s words engage with doubt and certainty in a manner that goes well beyond mere knowledge. They convey the sort of wild and strange imagery that so many contemporary poets strive to achieve… . These poems offer a surreal, in- and out-of-body candor that, at times, can be devastating to read… . Ritvo left us a legacy of wisdom in poetic reflections few have surpassed.”

“Stunning and heartbreaking … Pressing and otherworldly … A collection that displays the breathtaking talent and effortlessly surprising shifts that marked Max Ritvo’s first collection, Four Reincarnations… . These poems are raw and immediate, unflinching musings on the nature of the body, spirit, illness, and death.”

“The Final Voicemails is pressing, pressurized, and prescient beyond both its years and its words. These poems retell a life filled with pains and joys that are so intense they should almost be wordless, were they not performed here with Max Ritvo’s immeasurable talent for articulating the piercing moments of life that so clearly demonstrate transcendence. Ritvo was a genius. He understood what poetry was meant to do in all its greatest moments and then pushed it to go just a little bit farther. Hundreds of years from now, we will still be talking about this book’s unbearable truths, and its unbearable feats.”

“An aesthetic and moral achievement… . Very few disciples of Ashbery have come so close to equaling the master’s ability to coax a sense of mythic import out of personal life.”

“In his second collection of poems, The Final Voicemails, the late Max Ritvo pulls back the curtains of the rooms that occupy his body and mind… . In these pages he still welcomes us into his home furnished with pain, loneliness, and joy all abound with his signature wry humor and transcendent hope.”