“Reginald Shepherd called us out twenty years ago: we’re all urban now, but we’ve been stuck in a rural poetics, ‘still struggling toward a poetic language of the city.’ Until now. Randall Tyrone just invented that language. Tyrone’s city is mythical and abyssal and oracular and real. It is where we live, and who we are. City of Dis is not a place of ‘my heart with pleasure fills, / And dances with the daffodils’; it is a place of ‘Tell me pushpin cubical tapestry / who do I work for,’ packed here ‘like gunpowder / in a suicidal chamber.’ Welcome to the City of Dis. We’re not in the Lake District anymore.” - H. L. Hix, author of American Outrage “Tyrone’s City of Dis interrupts the conversation about what a poem should do, about what a poem is capable of today, if anything at all. With urgency and the courage to experiment with the tradition and make his moment wholly his own, Tyrone makes you stand up and take inventory of what you’ve done and hold yourself accountable for forgetting what poetry can do.” - Joshua Robbins, author of Eschatology in Crayon Wax