In The Porcine Canticles, David Lee speaks in a regional vernacular that is at once accessible and compelling. He has fashioned out of the red dust of Kolob Reservoir and Paragonah, Utah a lyric tribute to the indomitability of the human spirit and to the human heart which learns first by learning how to break. These poems are wise, and funny, and sad; they are tragic in the best classical sense, poems that combine elements of the bucolic and the epic, of Chaucer and Williams and Milton.
“Whether you like poetry or hate it, live in the city, suburbs or countryside, listen to Mozart or Willie Nelson or both, this is a work of art, a living, breathing wonder that you have to either read, or accept that you missed something marvelous, something that could have touched your soul.” —Spokane Spokesman-Review
“One would ordinarily consider reading about hog farming in southern Utah rather uninteresting and surely poetically uninspiring. Quite to the contrary. Tightly unified, the book reads like a good novel, and when one finishes, one is strongly tempted to turn around and start all over again.” —Western American Literature
“We find in this collection tales worthy of Faulkner’s Snopes… and praises ascendant as Christopher Smart’s.” —St. Petersburg Times
“Lee may be the best-kept secret in poetry. His work is image-rich, inventive and heartfelt. He makes a universe out of the world around him.” —Deseret News
“[The Porcine Canticles offers] rural zaniness and simple but irrefutable logic that has you laughing from the outset.” —Color Country Daily Spectrum