| 64 pages
• DESCRIPTION •
A full length book
of poems by Daniel Bailey. From
forgiveness in a beehive to tiny banquets for retired janitors, Bailey's celebrated
sonnet sequence arrives in a perfectbound volume that you can carry and eat and
hold against your heart when your heart catches a shake. Bailey's work has appeared
in No Colony, Abraham Lincoln, NOÖ Journal, elimae, Opium Magazine and
more. He is from Muncie, Indiana.
Cover art by Chelsea Martin
from the DRUNK BLOG: 1, 8, 10, 14, 17, 18, 21, 27, 45, 53
• BLURBS •
K. Silem Mohammad: "This is poetry that grabs you by the shirt collar, sprays rank 80-proof emotion in your face, and makes you like it."
Sam Pink: "Daniel Bailey walks in, the Midwest sadness embedded as deeply in him as his Kool-Aid moustache, and he puts his hands over the book and blesses it."
• INTERVIEWS •
• REVIEWS •
by Karen Munro at Reading Local: Portland:
"[The poems] are by turns funny, loopy, morose, intense, impossible to
understand, completely familiar, and involved in their own private jokes
and half-pickled ideas."
by Erin McNellis at Uncomplicatedly: "... As we feel our way back from posturing in silly haircuts to occasionally being able to say what we mean, we are going to encounter a lot of weird situations that look a lot like Bailey’s poems."
by Jon Cone at A Cabinet of Ordinary Ferocities: "Perhaps these poems aren’t intended to be my pleasure, yet they are. I have no difficulty placing them beside Ted Berrigan’s Sonnets ... In the distance is Petrarch and closer but still at some remove is Shakespeare and his monumental sonnets, that cathedral in words, but I can see it from where I sit, I really can."
by Barry Graham at Dogzplot: "Reminiscent of the best parts of Plath’s Bell Jar, these sonnets are mad and hopeless. They offer no solutions, no redemption, just a human being stripped to blood and tiny fragments of muscle tissue."
by Joseph Goosey at The Rumpus:
"Daniel Bailey is a genius. Daniel Bailey’s poems may or may not be
genius and that is precisely the reason why Daniel Bailey is, in fact, a
by Justin Taylor at the Poetry Foundation: "The poems are concerned with subjects ranging from the vicissitudes of love to how messed up the world is to how wasted the author is, which is to say that they swervingly plow that oversharing, oversincere land that is the sharecrop acreage of all world-class drunks."
by Vlad Osso at the Molossus: "The accomplishment of Bailey’s all-caps sonnets ... transcend the gimmick of their genesis to achieve a sort of beauty that aches with simple honesty."
• AROUND THE INTERNET •
"This book is like a crazy homeless man that runs into your bedroom
screaming and distributing Xeroxed pamphlets in a haphazard fashion, but
somehow he ends up becoming your best friend and you ride a Ferris
wheel together and you both stare off at the distant lights of the earth
and the stars in the sky and contemplate the mistakes you've made in
your respective lives in a calm, accepting manner."
Jamie Iredell: "I am scared of what Daniel Bailey writes because he's good at it."
J.A. Tyler: "More complex than the title admits."
DJ Berndt: "The poems are sad and beautiful and funny."
Ani Smith: "Some people just have puppy power bursting out of the drawing on their goddamn bellies."
Justin Tenley: "I have never laughed out loud so often while reading anything."
Elizabeth Ellen: "A fine book to open upon returning home from a Holiday party."
Adam Robinson: "Behind the case-insensitivity there is real sensitivity."
Christopher Newgent: "If poems were kung fu, Daniel’s kung fu would be good–like, Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique good."
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