Picking up a book about an apocalypse during what feels like an apocalypse has its own difficulties. Alice Notley’s For the Ride – her forty-fifth book in almost fifty years – is both challenging and rewarding, punctuating a remarkably long and quietly rebellious poetic career with an ellipsis of sorts, as it gestures to what has come before it, while also erasing or replacing it ... it implies a writing life devoted to one long song, playing it in a different key each year, repositioning its lyric subjects, and offering all the time a new slant through which her evolving oeuvre may be understood or, as in the case of For the Ride, understood as not singularly understandable ... 'I’m not one thing', Notley said in an interview in 2017, and it’s not easy to find one thing that would be consistently true of her work at large. What one could say is that it leaves the reader not with a sense of discovery but of setting out on a search which each work refuses to end...

Notley frustrates any linear progress, any sense of arrival or completion, or serene feeling of accomplishment by dismantling the epic as she constructs it. The work gestures not so much to postmodern instability as to a supreme skepticism toward language and the sociopolitical landscape that shapes it and to which it responds. A chronicle of confusion and occasionally despair (yet never resignation), this volume brims with inventive intelligence, always in motion but never venturing to a set destination ... The gaps in information create hives of thriving conundrums that Notley obliges the reader to navigate but not alone ... What the book charts the difficult, yet crucial process of finding a vehicle for expression, and the means to assess the value of words and their historical contexts. An oblique, but honest example of a particularly pressurized form of inquiry, it is also a call to consider the possibilities of word and world inquiry ... wants us to reach for origins, ur-texts, ur-thoughts, ourselves. Alice Notley calls for an epic consideration of the ethics of language in the world ... While we desperately seek words to live by, the companionate uncertainty of this tour de force volume is vital company indeed.

The book’s a kind of game, a text-based adventure ... Though the situation’s murky, the syntax estranging, the form itself is familiar, for most of the book: left-justified lines, grouped into stanzas. But between these are several visual poems, much weirder to the eye ... The satisfaction of “solving” these puzzles, or finding possible solutions, offers relief from the mystery of the rest, which might be unsolvable — much like the real problems (climate disaster, ecological collapse) the book imagines us living, or not living, after ... If the book sounds maddening, it often is. It seems frustrated with itself ... this book also annoys me deeply ... There’s a certain corniness to the whole sci-fi setup, One’s journey in the glyph ... There’s too much pre-existing scenery and special effects in our minds to imagine this world up from scratch.

... vividly manifests a poetic reality where if there is any sense of 'clarity' it only arrives along the lines described by Burroughs ... In so far as there is a discernible cast of characters engaged on a journey the poem arguably falls under the category of epic, calling to mind Ed Dorn’s Gunslinger. That, however, is about as far as it goes in terms of comparison. When looked back upon, after confronting Notley’s embedded guerre jaunt into post-apocalyptic primal roots of language-use, Dorn’s cartoonish noir treatment of The Western motif reads more like a drugstore paperback. There’s nothing like Dorn’s utilization of familiar cultural references which he cannily usurps in order indict the hypocrisy behind the American West past and present to be found in Notley’s poem. Such reassuring footholds for orientation have been discarded ... Notley acknowledges, 'This poem goes pretty far, and terrifies me, but it should be read for pleasure.' Many readers however will find the poet’s encouragement to find 'pleasure' from reading this challengingly divergent work of no use in their actually achieving that goal. Yet for dedicated readers of Notley (as well as those truly invested in experiencing experimental works of art) it is the very puzzling nature of the work that will in fact prove enticing. These readers will be quite up 'for the ride' her title teasingly invites ... What reader of Notley will not be drawn irresistibly as ever into following her with this latest work in the hope of attempting decipher the results?

Written in a breathless e.e. cummings style, the poem fractures the rules of spelling, grammar, syntax, and formal poetry and is at times unintelligible. But it also brims with fresh, vibrant metaphors and irony, not the least being the religious innuendos that permeate the text. For sophisticated readers of poetry.

Notley smashes through expectations both formally and intellectually. This is a poem that teaches readers how to read it from the beginning so that as the language and linearity distorts, the sense is not lost, and the effort pays off brilliantly. It’s easy to feel the poet reaching ecstatically for whatever tool will express the radical moment: concrete poetic images, foreign languages, colloquialisms, and unexpected humor ... not an easy book, but its method and its message are well worth the effort.

This visionary book is a postapocalyptic adventure into an unspecified future but quickly accelerates into a trans-dimensional and gender-defying odyssey ... This is a challenging, visionary work.