Nevertheless - Poems

Mother Goose jacked up on something barely legal? No, it’s Wendy Videlock, bewitching poet of the West, sister to those who have “failed to walk on water.” There is a formal zing to these poems of anarchy and grace. Videlock reminds us that serious poetry can be fun to read. Somehow, too, she has smuggled in a bag of wisdom.
— David Mason

“Don’t ask directions of me, my friend,” concludes one of Wendy Videlock’s poems. As a dweller of the slopes, she knows that there are only two real directions—up and down. In one lies the realm of myth—ancient, untouched, pure. In the other reside chronicles of daily life that too often substitute for poetry. On the slopes, we encounter the confluence of quotidian and ideal that constitutes true poetry. Even a witty crowd-pleaser like “What Humans Do” doesn’t allow itself to slip to the level of sheer mechanics; it ends with as much transcendence as any of us are likely to know. Nevertheless is a first collection to be reckoned with.
— R.S. Gwynn