"If Patric Pepper’s apprehensions are temporary—as whose are not?—his attention is comprehensive, and his imagination prehensile, with a hold that gives moment to the moments he holds: details of nature (bugs 'mating on the wing') and culture (a Chagall painting where 'lovers drift/in bluish light'); of high culture (Kant and Campion) and low (Blondie and Dagwood); of places from Pittsburgh to Provincetown to Ground Zero; of various pasts (personal, political, geological); and of all the godforsaken—mechanics and truck drivers, boxers and pavers, poets and whores."
—H. L. Hix