This collection of poems brings to light the sometimes sweet other times grotesque idea of Eros in the south. I grew up in a small town in Georgia and Daniell writes a lot about things that I recognize from the very core of being— high school boys in Macon Georgia, white gloved debutantes, stars, sweaty velvet night, backseats of trucks, mumbled slang, fried chicken and broken china. Every poem was intense and honest. My favorites were: Liturgy, Radical surgery ,Before the Fall, Girl Friends, Oh, Men!, Mary, Mary, The Victim and The State of Georgia.
***also might I add more than a year later that if you read this collection of poetry while listening to the album Yr Body is Nothing by Boy Harsher while living in a tiny tiny tiny southern town in Georgia you would intimately understand my life. This collection fucking kills it.