"A dark trail of memory; Christopher Levenson’s insightful eye reaches back to a history confined nearly now only to pages. All through Moorings, the verses deliver a vivid vision to revive the decades,'Those who have never set foot in the past would not understand... how the fairground music and screams will never stop, how the ghost trains still run on time.' The sense of these poems compel toward the universal; the perspective powers granted by a great span of years; an insight that vast introspection brings."
—Dennis E. Bolen, author of Black Liquor
"In Moorings, Levenson skillfully pinpoints what holds fast for the poet in a world that continues to speed up: memories, art, places, and the ever-present sea. However, he also recognizes that eventually everything slips away; those that remain on the dock become 'mere bystanders, tiny figures / waving farewell.' Levenson’s poetry is crisp and clean—a welcome addition to the Canadian canon."
—Al Rempel, author of Undiscovered Country and This Isn’t the Apocalypse We Hoped For
"Christopher Levenson is not only a master of the quotidian, able to find and sing the telling moments most of us overlook, but also has a fine ear and the gift of metaphor. Consider his fellow elders at a concert, for whom each piece of classical music is an ‘amphora’ full of memories in which, briefly, ‘age calls a truce’; and where even the poet, on leaving, finds himself released, once more, ‘into brusque November’s fugue of falling leaf.’ Subtle, too, are his studies of various famous painters. And when he praises French painter Chardin for ‘ennobling the ordinary,’ Levenson might well be describing his own work."
—Gary Geddes, author of The Ventriloquist: Poetic Narratives from the Womb of War and The Oysters I Bring to Banquets
