Nada Gordon is one of our most sumptuous and aesthetically rigorous poets—and before you ask— No. No contradiction. —Vladislav Davidzon What I hold dear in Nada Gordon's poems would arouse an "oh dear, no" from Virginia Woolf, whose words I nonetheless borrow: "the typical American defect of over-ingenuity and an uneasy love of decoration; as though they had not yet learnt the art of sitting still."—Benjamin Friedlander Impressive as it is for it to have written at all, that an emotional support animal has invented a heteronym as singular, complex and intriguing as Nada Gordon simple boggles the mind. After reading this book, you will never look at poets, or peacocks, the same way again. —Rob Stanton The works in Emotional Support Peacock hang and dangle like an indented mercury globe. They uselessly punish, kinetically, going mad with grotesque parrot-head umbrellas or knee-hugging elves with randy eyes. You’ll want to enter this bizarre aesthetic so as to confirm the identity of toy and poem. So much we care about is not real. These poems prove it. —Norman Fischer Some poems are among the most memorable events of our lives, like stepping on a landmine. True, you lose a limb, but it grows back, spiritually. —Jonathan Brown Nada Gordon goes AI one better as she loads her cart with the android spawn of our socially mediated cosmos and orders up a sensual, rococo body of work adorned with the baubles, bangles, and bright shiny beads of a flarfist lexicon. “Every day I wake up and ask myself, how can I be a better bon vivant?” she writes. Poetry has never been more ruthless—or hilarious! —Kit Robinson In spirit closer to the wild geese than the peacock, Nada Gordon brings together a panoply of voices, including the squawk, the screech, the whisper, the whistle, all of which come together—finally, ultimately—and in language both harsh and exciting, to announce our place in the family of things. One cannot but feel uplifted into the Rapture.—Diana Fisher In a school play of Beauty and the Beast patterned after the Cocteau film Nada plays the key role of the fire flickering in the fireplace.—Adam de Graff The NBC peacock was owned by a weapons manufacturer, but Nada has freed it, and the result is molting and revolting."—Chris Stroffolino I heartily endorse everything Nada makes. However, my friends, the peacocks of Terminal Island, do not work for free. We are glorious, loud, and proud. — The Somerville Turkey. Catherine Daly Civilized. Yet highly pretentious.—Sharon Mesmer Ora che ho scritto un blurb per questo libro, non riesco più a smettere: li sogno di notte e mi vengono in mente anche quando mangio e quando sono in bagno. Ormai è un’ossessione, potrei perfino finire con lo scrivere un libro di soli blurb!—Francesco Deotto A lambently loving lavage of language.—Hippolyte Fizeau Nada Gordon is a poet was born in Oakland and lives in Brooklyn. She is the author of nine books: foriegnn bodie, Are Not Our Lowing Heifers Sleeker than Night-Swollen Mushrooms?, V. Imp., Swoon, Folly, Scented Rushes, Vile Lilt, Selected Poems: The Sound Princess, and Emotional Support Peacock. Although she is a multimodal artist, she doesn’t work “at the intersection” of anything; if she did, she would have become a crossing guard. She is a founding member of the notorious and glorious Flarf Collective and has been widely anthologized. Her work has been translated into French, Japanese, Dutch, Romanian, Chinese, Hebrew, and Burmese.