Right from the start, Magee's work bristles with the spirit of improvisation. Everything about it classic poetry chops, a serious sense of humor, unabashed rawness. Mainstream is thrilling because it can turn in any direction at any time, moving effortlessly from wacked units of thought turning inside out to tender moments of highly focused nonsense and song that get, paradoxically, straight to the point. The frames we bring to these poems can't remain intact stanza to stanza -- and in this instability there are great poetic pleasures and possibilities. --Drew Gardner
Magee's provocative assemblage of politics, satire, and sacred cow-tipping turns the stream of American vernacular full-force on pretension, fairytale fascism, and lazy ideology in all its slick guises. Hymns for a broken polis, urging hope via sheer verbal glee: "Wipe your stigmata on my pantisocracy." Outstripped, perhaps, by the author's newest collection, My Emily Dickinson.