Some Notes on Derek Fenner’s My Favorite Color is Red
  If Derek Fenner were a machine I’d call him the Peculiar Anomalous Singular Main Frame that factors sequences of instructions from every corner of American Avant Culture.  But Derek Fenner is not a machine, he is a compassionate human whose work—whose works—as a publisher, artist, teacher, and poet—dive into the crossroad of that which is absurd about America and that which makes it beautiful—its car rust and small town newspapers and street life and television screen faces and generations of stealthy cults of bookish Blakean-Warholian basement dwellers. He drives his work with the fuel of Wallace Berman’s precept—art is love is god—what more can a reader ask for?

-Lisa Jarnot