Steven Manuel comments on a poem from Whit Griffin's The Sixth Great Extinction:
"There are few poets at work at present making with such consistency so many uniquely strange and wisdom-packed poems as Whit Griffin. They seem to emanate from some endarkened sibyl yet their creation is doubtless formed from an attention to all available luminous muscle--whether in book, mind’s movements, common tongue, sage occult data earth’s riven up; the infinite storehouse. Stitched to shine or grieve as pristine scrolls. Architectures of careful labor. Twists & Shouts. The joke and grim rune, homely anecdote and unveiling trouble psalm, all together in one space."