Echolocation
refreshes one's sense of the thrilling necessity of poetry. Dedicated to "all those who navigate by sound in the dark," it is meant for an "us" that includes the whale, the bat, the frog, the river, as well as our multifarious, ardently curious, startlingly ingenious human Selves. Reilly’s tour-de-force opening suite of poems is conducted, with her uniquely grave humor, like a lepidopterist's outing in the Anthropocene: spotting, not netting, paradoxical fragilities of metamorphic selves and echoes of selves attempting to locate one another. 
 Joan Retallack

This moving book finds the haggard, cartoonish, cathartic, underemployed lyric Self as advance scout, now carrying pelt and scavenging in the Internet rain as “storms of another / Other roll in.” Reilly’s keen senses are electric as she transforms the device of echolocation into the primary means for navigating among the dark fantasies of our moment. These poems bring all of us a little closer to a shared planetary poetics, to “decibels / of the animal,” and to the limit of the Self’s shelf life.  Josh Schuster

Echolocation, Roof Books, Spring 2018





"Evelyn Reilly's Apocalypso floats a cobbled kind of futurist voyage that moves by belief and uncovered loss to quickly deliver an overwhelming sensation (allegory) that as in Tarkovsky's Solaris we are on this journey too and have no hope (and want none) of getting off it. Turning these pages we discover that the museum of the future is a ship and Evelyn Reilly is scribbling our fate."  Eileen Myles 

Apocalypso, Roof Books, Spring 2012
















 

"A vast Sargasso sea of plastic fragments the size of a continent has been discovered in the Pacific Ocean. How do we go about living in what Evelyn Reilly defines as “our infinite plasticity prosperity plenitude” and still have room for poetry? Styrofoam might just show us how to do this. It’s a wonderful, mad, challenging itinerary."  John Ashbery

"Styrofoam is a piece of functional social anatomy ranging from roadkill to the ecstasy of Saint Teresa, effortlessly sweeping up everything from thermoplastics to cancer cells as if they were the dice tossed by a vast, remote croupier. You don't so much read a book like this as feel it strapped onto your brain like a phantom limb. Reilly's Styrofoam adds its length to the irrigation tubing pioneered by Raymond Queneau's script (in alexandrines) for Resnais' film The Song of Styrene, and Christian Bök's Crystallography—works of a collective and onrushing 'celluloid paranoid cornucopia.'"   Jed Rasula

Styrofoam, Roof Books, March 2009.






"
Rather than a piece of literature one can finally handle, a reader is immersed in the work, with a sense of its vastness, our participation in something beyond us." Charles Alexander

Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs, August 2006.










"These intentionally wayward and witty poems are about exploration — the pleasure of the    search. Enlisting a dazzling array of literary and cultural references from Vallejo to Stein to Eva Hesse, Reilly slips with agility between their lines to create idiosyncratic readings and dizzy duets. As playful as she is scholarly, Evelyn Reilly's first book is a real find!" 

Elaine Equi
 
Hiatus, Barrow Street Press, May 2004.