jdoublep's review
5.0
I cannot explain how John Dorsey does what John Dorsey does. He's the heart of Frank O'Hara beating with Bukowskian blood in a body that came of age in the grunge-addled 90s. John Dorsey's been around, seen some shit, and has verses to spill of family, friends, and lovers lost and found along the long, lined way. These two volumes will call you back again and again to bear witness to the aesthetically adroit record of what it means to be in the world as a human being who wants to make sense of everything using poetry. This is a formidable and inspiring collection of work.
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