Wires that Sputter

Praise

Praise for Britta Badour and Wires that Sputter

“The musicality in Britta Badour’s Wires That Sputter is immediately evident. Each poem is riveting, commanding an attention as you hang on to every word. Badour’s sense of voice and rhythm is assured in poems on Blackness, place, famillial ties, and more.” —Pat Lowther Memorial Award Jury

“As the title suggests, Wires That Sputter is a collection with a voice that electrifies, a voice that breathes off the page. Beautiful, spacious, and at times, delicate, these poems play into space and sound. There is a precise yet free musicality and movement in these pages that makes this book a true pleasure to read. Family history, the minutiae of daily living, Black liberation, love—these subjects and more join together in the seamless synchronicity of an attentive gaze.” —Gerald Lampert Memorial Award Jury

“Wires that Sputter delivers on the promised electricity with syntax that flashes like lightning and interrupts like good thunder. Through Britta Badour’s words runs a language as shocking and new as what Franklin found when he casted that key into the sky. An inventor in her own right, Badour’s debut buzzes with the freeness of jazz and the attitude of a boombox.” —Danez Smith, author of Homie

“In Wires that Sputter Britta Badour proves herself to be a poet unafraid to risk, unafraid to push the english language to its buoyant, confounding and sonically pleasurable limits. These poems testify to Britta’s faith in poetry as a mechanism for expansiveness, where the tensions between the spoken and unspoken, the revealed truth and the concealed (family) secret are exquisite, daring and capacious.” —Brandon Wint, author of Divine Animal

“Britta Badour uses the page as a canvas, sheet music. Poems that feel like songs. The collection invites readers to dance, light fires, and unlock the homes we are made of.” —Ian Keteku, former World Poetry Slam champion and author of Black Abacus

“[Britta Badour’s] incisive look at the world invites us into her reality: on the court, the belligerent streets of Kingston, in the classrooms she grows up in, all the way through bedrooms and kitchens to the classrooms she teaches in, too. We gain a familiarity with the body as a vessel, canvas, and kingdom for discovery and safety of the self.” —Nisha Patel, Poet Laureate Emeritus of the City of Edmonton