Few poets of Western America fill the “organic intellectual” rôle better than David Lee. His poetry is the real deal when it comes to recording hilariously insightful (and linguistically accurate) observations of rural culture—and America at large—while using a host of astute literary allusions and techniques. Imagine Robert Frost simultaneously channeling Will Rogers and Ezra Pound. Imagine Chaucer with a twang. Last Call is bloody brilliant and wickedly witty. As Sam Hamill says, “If we were a civilized nation, we would declare David Lee a national treasure.”
