Perhaps being a trained carpenter accounts for the precision and clean elegance that Kelan Nee brings to the craft of writing. But the mixed ache and joy of these poems come from the poets particular sensibility, one thats been variously shaped and broken by the long aftermath of a fathers suicide. Felling is ultimately a book not of triumph over pain but of reconciliation to the fact of it, a model of how art can be a space within which to make a kind of truce with it. Felling is also a book filled with hope. What a debut! Nees poems are magnificent, hard-earned, and have the resonance of art that intends to last. - Carl Phillips, 2023 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry winner for Then the War: And Selected Poems, 20072020
These are poems of transformation, from one life into another, from a father into a son, from a tree into a house. These are poems of searching, for a way other than the one offered. There is a cathedral in the center of these poems, and it serves as a refuge, for Kelan Nee is a poet who has placed himself in the path of the storm, and these words are his salvation. Sometimes this salvation is found in the arms of a lover, sometimes in the memory of childhood, sometimes in the work done to survive. These are the poems of a poet who has already seen what this life can bring, both its ruins and its glory, and has somehow crafted his own cathedral from it all. - Nick Flynn, author of I Will Destroy You and Another Bullshit Night in Suck City.
'My job is to build a body, dress it up, and invite people in,' writes Kelan Nee in his moving debut collection, Felling. And surely, we are acutely aware of a builders capacity and ability in these poems. The journey here is through craftsmanship: the carpenter, the construction worker, the farmhand. There is a visceral tooling at work that spills out into all areas of the collection. Its in the erotic and in the grief. It is in the central journey through addiction. Every poem here seems at the mercy of fallout. And there is a nearly brutalist sense of the deep structure making up our surroundings that barebone architecture which still allures and invites. A poignant debut from Kelan Nee, for reading, and re-reading. - Francine J. Harris, author of Here Is the Sweet Hand, play dead, and allegiance.
