"This sardonic, bleakly moving book interrogates ideas of working-class masculinity and intergenerational trauma, with 'hell as an idea of what work could be'; there are glimpses of hope in poetry itself, 'the treasure buried in my father's field.'" --Jennifer Lee Tsai, The Guardian "[F]uriously everyday and erudite . plastic is a poem, or cycle of poems, that is keenly aware of its status as a made thing among others, an artifact of labor in language, thought, and feeling. It's partially a matter of terminology, which is both generic and peculiar . In the end, it is also a poem about knowledge and art: the words and music and imagery that live alongside the night's labor, that make it bearable and at the same time highlight its violence." --Brian Dillon, 4Columns " plastic takes the reader into a slippery, surreal orbit through life in 'post-Troubles' Northern Ireland. Each poem is titled with just a time stamp, the cumulative effect of which is an immersive, dizzying journey into the mind inside the factory. I read it in awe.

" --Michael Colbert, Referential Substack "[A] sparse, punchy, and profound book-length poem that pries into the often absurd, almost surreal nature of twenty-first-century labor conditions . Rice's poems are rich with memorable imagery . Deeply engaging and bitingly funny (the root of work in Spanish and French is, 'an instrument of torture'), Rice is a poet of searing insight and truly human experience." -- Booklist.