“[An] exquisite volume of eroto-aesthetic poems. . . . One of the great accomplishments of the volume is that Hofmann manages to do so—to be explicit, even explicit about acts and fantasies—while demonstrating restraint about the intricacies of something we might call the soul. . . . It is in its explicitness and evasiveness in a quest for a beauty whose power is to heal and harm that the profound effectiveness of The Bronze Arms lies.” —Natalie Prizel, Brooklyn Rail
“Richie Hofmann is one of our great poets of the erotic: his last collection, A Hundred Lovers (you know what you’re getting into) somehow managed to balance a formal, almost classical simplicity with a diaristic accounting of sex, lots of queer sex (and the spaces and modes and moods that surround it). With his latest, The Bronze Arms, Hofmann maintains the classical register while moving back further in his life, all the way to a traumatic childhood event, its aftermath and its lifelong symbolism.” —Lit Hub
“Airy and uncluttered. . . . Hofmann’s extremely vulnerable poetic is invitational . . . The Bronze Arms is an entire collection of poems each good enough to be the anchor poem of the collection, that is, the poem intended to leave the reader with the most positive last impression.” —Jenna Goldsmith, Chicago Review of Books
“Delicate, deep, and powerful: those adjectives are not enough to describe the absolute beauty emanating from the poems of Richie Hofmann, a Cavafy for our times.” —Édouard Louis, author of Change
“What thrills me most about Richie Hofmann’s new collection is its haunting, dispassionate commitment to thingly beauty. Despite the kinky sex and eventful Greek myths to which they testify, these poems are 'hard and classical,' with exteriors as slender, taut, and delicately jointed as suits of armor. What else would satisfy the exacting sensibility of Hofmann’s speaker—with his 'love of surfaces' and 'beautiful things,' his radiant eye for detail, and his often dissociative relationship to his own body? How better to dramatize the struggle for control pulsing within him? Don’t be fooled by the formal exquisiteness of these poems—there is real blood coursing through them.” —Maggie Millner, author of Couplets
“In Richie Hofmann’s poems, love is considered as a force, as a sort of beautiful violence. Leading us through classical civilizations and visions of the old world, The Bronze Arms excavates the body’s labyrinth, through which desire stalks, restlessly. The urges of sex, love and rapture go on wounding, completing and undoing us. The brilliance of these statuesque poems, in which a precision of line is matched perfectly, astonishingly, with a precision of image and emotion, is in their attention to the feral and the elegant, the brutal and the beautiful at once. Timeless and utterly contemporary, The Bronze Arms brings the obscure gods of desire and time into the light of perfect form.” —Seán Hewitt, author of Open, Heaven
“Erotically charged and combining classical allusions with frank depictions of kink, the stately third collection from Hofmann displays the hushed tones and precision for which he is celebrated. . . . The poems are pristine, evoking the white marble of ancient Greek statuary. . . . There are plenty of knockouts to be found in this elegant assemblage.” —Publishers Weekly
