Praise for Lonesome Gnosis

"To read Elizabeth Scanlon's Lonesome Gnosis is to be reminded you are a 21st Century thinking animal, riding trains, riding love, riding the mind as it contemplates nation and person, "being stink alive" in muto cupido: our eternal state of dumb desire. Scanlon brings such a wry, clear, bemused eye to that contemplation--how we're "full of shit but marvelous anyway"--it wakes you up: it's a delight to travel with her." -- Dana Levin  

"Nothing is off limits; in this post-pastoral metropolis of take-out and laundromats, everything gets to be big, and the otherwise discarded is made beautiful and imbued with music."                                                                               -- Matthew Girolami in Poetry International

"Her work is wildly lyrical, flippant, strange, intelligent, bare-knuckled and yet charming."                                                --  James Hoch in Green Mountains Review

"We’re all on a train, deep underground/going somewhere/for reasons unknown to the guy next to us,"  writes Elizabeth Scanlon in her luminous new book. Her poems, which can be intimate with interaction, and crowded with evidence of other people, are also lonely--and lovely. I think of Frank O’Hara’s “The poem is at last between two persons instead of two pages.” But it’s more than that. Scanlon has a trick of sounding breezy and improvisationally melodic--with all the immediate pleasure that suggests--and then of turning on a dime to become dark and a little dangerous. Her mixed moods, tones and dictions, and the many places she focuses her good eye--”seven silver sedans” or “the black moon” or highway billboards or a teenage thumbsucker on the subway--make Lonesome Gnosis a delightful read." -- Daisy Fried