Vague Semblances

“I wrote my experimental novel, Vague Semblances, in a fit, or seizure of inspiration over ninety days of writing, working for two hours a day to produce four pages. Alternating between abstract and realistic prose, characters, events, and narratives emerge from the surrealist fantasy that is this novel. Written through “automatic writing,” I accessed my unconscious mind to dredge forth the images and substance of this novel, my second, following upon my earlier Reap Violet Hiss, written forty-four years earlier.”
I praise Michael Cooper’s poetry as a life-long meditation that celebrates the contemporary possibility of poetic meaning itself. In a time when meaning seems to deliquesce through every attempt to evade or erase the moribund familiar, it is not merely comforting and consoling to read a poetry that, without a megaphone, proclaims that the post-post-post-modern impossibility of communicable, poetic meaning has been grossly exaggerated.
Charles Stein

I very much enjoyed and admired these poems—for their delicacy and tenderness, for the way they evoke the mutual permeability of person and world and person and person, for the delicate balance they strike between occlusion and transparency of vision. They remind me of Frank O’Hara’s lovers “drifting back and forth/ between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles . . .” Thank you for entrusting me with them.
Ellen Levy

Michael Cooper is the poet of the little epiphanies of everyday life—a sensitive person who can find importance and beauty in what sometimes might seem mundane. Michael is not afraid to delve into sexuality, and often writes rather detailed poetry that mirrors the feelings and behavior of physical love. This is genuine poetry, but rarely obscure. This doesn't mean it's simple, or perhaps superficial. What he has revealed to me is only a small amount of what seems like a lifetime of writing and contemplating reality with a poet's eye.
John Wherrity

I am eager to express my astonishment at Cooper's sensibility and love of language. Also his determination to see, feel, to squeeze, report, to blend, delve, to do all those things that celebrate noticing. I relish the bite and theology of a piece like “The Man Who Got Arrested for Impersonating the Deity.” I thought I was reading Frost!
Paul Bernabeo