With a sharp tongue and remarkable wit, Kris Kidd has made a name for himself by penning confessional essays as darkly comedic as they are heartbreaking. With his forthcoming collection of poetry, “Down for Whatever,” Kidd ditches the jokes and lets his guard down even further, painting an intimate portrait of his notoriously troubled youth. What unfolds is an erratic exploration of self that continues to derail with each turning page. Relentlessly unapologetic “Down for Whatever” will shock even Kidd’s most avid readers, and will serve as an unforgettable introduction for those just tuning in.
“His shameless style of confessional writing evokes a bruise, so painfully funny and self-deprecatingly sincere that it feels as though we aren’t even supposed to be reading it.” —Huffington Post
"He's fucked up, but he might just be the only writer/poet/thinker/badass that can turn young people back onto poetry." —Paper Magazine
Didn’t really like this.. at all. The reason it isn’t a one star is because I did feel the authors pain in some poems but the rest of the poems didn’t really make me feel anything. This just wasn’t for me.
I am notoriously hard to impress when it comes to poetry. This is a fucking impressive collection. Not just in its raw emotion and vulnerability, but also in its structure. The titles of the poems are placed to the side rather than the more traditional top/centered format because they almost don't matter...what emerges, instead, is a narrative. Almost a traditional 3-act novel-in-verse. And while, like many readers will be I suspect, I was fascinated by the downward spiral of the end-of-first-section/beginning-of-second-section, it's the third section, the redemption (for lack of a more apt word) that is the gut punch. I dare anyone to read "Homecoming" and not come close to tears, for instance. "Paradise," too. My only complaint is that there wasn't more. HIGHLY recommended.