You're Called by the Same Sound is a reckoning, a confrontation, and a visionary meditation that interleaves private grief with public lament. As they dredge a family archive in response to histories of devastation in northwest Georgia and the American South, Alicia Wright's flinty lyrics inventory and seek to resist a legacy of despoliation. Wright extends the lineage of late Modernist poets like Lorine Niedecker and Susan Howe to warn us that history is a " murky churn" in which our collective reflection is crystal clear.