Philip Fried has published six books of poetry, the most recent being his book of poems about the national security state, Interrogating Water (Salmon, 2014). He has recently published work in Poetry, Poet Lore, The Warwick Review, and The Poetry Review, and has poems forthcoming in Plume and The Notre Dame Review. In addition to writing poetry, he is the founding editor of The Manhattan Review (1980-present), an international poetry journal.
In "Intercepted Texts," his review of Interrogating Water in the July/August, 2014, issue of The American Book Review, Fred Muratori writes as follows:
"... Should a real apocalypse happen—and each day CNN offers evidence that it's well on the way—a lucky survivor might find a tattered copy of Philip Fried's Interrogating Water to be a ruefully illuminating discovery ... In a time of instantaneously transmitted social and news media, we may no longer need artists to be the 'antennae of the race' as they were for Ezra Pound in 1934, but Fried's poems demonstrate that a poet's acute receptivity to language in all its cultural and political manifestations can isolate and amplify the often unintended messages it conveys, no trivial skill in the rushed, roiling miasma of talking points and reflexive opinionating that constitutes what we call information....Implicit in Fried's poetry is the fear that humanity itself is in danger of becoming ambiguous, indeterminate ("our own image was mirrored deep in the formless"), our ostensible autonomy and free will dissipated by "bureaucracies of vapor." As if to underscore this grim prospect, Interrogating Water eschews the indulgence of the poetic I, a central Whitmanic or Dantean persona who guides us through a visionary or nightmarish path of self-recognition. Instead, Fried intercepts and repurposes the ubiquitous, untethered vocabulary of the world in which we actually live and lets it coalesce within our individual consciences, hoping to foster states of heightened attention and awareness...."
Publishers Weekly called his fifth book, Early/Late: New and Selected Poems, “skillful and memorable,” Tim Liardet writing in The Warwick Review called it “deeply subversive,” and Renee Ashley in The Literary Review declared, “In realms between and including the Almighty and actuarial tables, Fried speaks every language faithfully and eloquently. Rejoice! Read!”
Praise for Philip Fried’s other books
Mutual Trespasses (Ion, 1988)
Twenty years ago, I knew a young writer and biology student named Philip Fried whose poems were a rush of invention and wit. Now he comes to publication with an engaging series of poems concerning, as Mr. Fried says, “a character named God.” To my mind, they bear something we usually credit to Eastern Europe, a seasoned lively social intelligence linked to a vision of an earthly Boss-God. The richness here is real.
Quantum Genesis (Zohar, 1997)
Here in a major new testament the great questions are reconsidered, re-presented—how the large and small inhabit each other, how indifferences allow differences, how the palpable can be the residence of the widest spirit. The graphic and the philosophical, the human and the godly interplay in a quiet attentiveness explosive with realization and recognition. As in one of his lines, Philip Fried “raises his hand like a conductor / assembling silence . . .”
—A. R. Ammons
Big Men Speaking to Little Men (Salmon, 2006)
Philip Fried's new book represents much of what I admire in contemporary American poetry. Mutli-layered but never opaque, these poems move gracefully from forest to subway, from a suburban drive-in to the Rodin museum, from post-war discovery to pre-war doubt. Fried's is a Jamesian view of this country and other places, where history is a companion at almost every table, an observer in the schoolroom, in the next seat at the theatre, where wit is tinged with tragedy and vice versa.
Cohort (Salmon, 2009)
Tense with dark wit and wild originality, Cohort, Philip Fried's eagerly-awaited new book, opens exciting territory where poems haven't dared to venture—the toxic side of the Information Age as it veers out of control. . . .