"The Violence of the Morning maintains the force of a rushing river throughout. These poems and their figures have at their center a strategy of crisis. They implode with the precision and extravagance of life, maintaining stunning levels of complexity only a consummate craft could sustain. Again and again, Cal Bedient enters the elegy in order to render anew sorrow as we have lived it. 'A death,' he writes, 'a death is not a goodbye, not shallow smaller but a larger flickering.' There is nothing that these poems disallow. Grief is filtered through the absurd, the obscene, and the impossible distances that define intimacy. Joy is achieved in the beauty and Steinian playfulness that only a mind engaged to the world can celebrate. Bedient understands that man is an animal defined by passion, frivolity, failure and rage. Rarely is language so exquisitely taken to our depths."
"There's no one writing like Cal Bedient. These poems are so risky and so intimately imagined: earnest, toyful, plucky, undaunted-strange, fantastic, wyrd. In these poems there is real heart and an insatiable wit as well. They are full of astonishment and desolation. To the spirit bold enough and sweet enough to have written these: I praise him. I praise him."