"Joe Hall vomits gold. In Fugue & Strike, poetry hovers spectrally above the infrastructures of the capitalist machine, laying bare its circuitry and potential oblivion: tech bros and muscular Ivy League dads are robbed. A missive smeared in excrement becomes a manifesto. Mutiny is declared against poetic form. Cops and scabs murder each other. In its close examination of the void between labor and commodity, pleasure and oblivion, Hall's terrifying and often hilarious book envisions 'a space of public salvage, ' a global common that stretches from Buffalo to Ithaca, to the world. These poems will make you want to strike, fight back, and leave a burning bag of shit on your boss's doorstep--and for that, we need them. Joe Hall is one of the greatest poets we have." --Marty Cain

"Joe Hall's poems move between a fist-pounding urgency, the fire and squelch of this moment of our endtime, and a vulnerability hushed and gentle as a nightgown on a laundry line."--The Boston Globe

"A radically original and experimental work. . . . Fugue and Strike insists that poetry is inseparable from the material world that produces it. . . . The text contends that there is such a thing as public space and that the poet can intervene in it. Moreover, it asserts that Buffalo--a poor, working-class city in the Rust Belt, crumbling from decades of neglect--is capable of ecstatic beauty."--Cleveland Review of Books