As Sun Ra teaches in his prose and his poetry and most of all his music, an expression of cosmological consciousness is very rarely expressed in the artist. Many poets are determined not to give themselves over to these impulses and resist them, not allowing their readers to become susceptible to leaving these questions suspended, if only for a moment, to allow in what Sun Ra might describe as the wavelength of this cosmology. It is precisely this source of music and precisely this source of consciousness which inhabits the poetry of Edwin Torres.”
—Justin Desmangles, American Book Award citation

Equal parts Joycean experimentalist, Nuyorican performance poet, New York School-style emoter and graphic concrete poet, Torres has been developing one of the most elaborate poetic hybrids around.”
—Publishers Weekly

Edwin Torres's poetry is more than a high energy-construct—it is words and sounds gone wild, like dancers straining to break free of pattern. His prose poems are clusters of dazzling density that let 'every sound in.' And out. Everywhere, the borders have broken down. There is no other poet who writes like Torres. Elaborate, chanting, pointed, and granite in their 'octaves of shine,' his poems have it all. They are a real and gritty pleasure to read, a necessary tonic to these toxic times.”
—John Yau

“Torres manifests himself, and his readers, by his act of writing. He calls forth what is unknown by naming it thusly, and dissolves any easy logics by troubling them in momentous, springboard fashion. With XoeteoX, Torres invites us to enter into this heady performance with him to reach past and on to the next truths and our future selves.”
—Arkansas International

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 at the gate of the open sphere 
to follow the fellow i  
of my mother’s mother’s mother   
transfer point 
to the ekphrastic i 
burial chant: did you in your long life leave any wonder behind 
skry is a delicate ocean 
begrowth: i.e. growth 
the process or instance of definition 
generosity of a powerful gesture 
there’s an [ass]ent in my [axx]ent 
mad dementia in little italy 
herald a mythic word 
trellescent trail 
abyss enters the conversation 
primascape 
 
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túmba la caña jibarito 
weave ender 
these quit texts are anti-fissure reality 
invocation for the freefall 
the enormous expanse of what it takes to make a day 
eomantic arrangement for a wolf star 
slight return 
the writing of animals