I might be a masochist, I might have never gotten over my Beat phase, or this might be REALLY, really, good. I love the irreverent nose-thumbing at the sonnet form, the stream-of-consciousness never goes too far off the rails to follow, and there's a CENTERFOLD! This is the sort of collection where one can't exactly point to an individual standout poem, the whole thing must be taken into consideration, and on the whole I think the wild, rambling mass of text is briliant and urgent and refreshing.

Seuss is at the top of her game, and this work will be leaving its mark on the genre for years to come. I will be recommending it to patrons as an example of a stellar work of contemporary American poetry.

This collection is fantastic. Seuss is a wonderful and energetic poet. I also recommend catching her reading and conversing live. The constraint of the sonnet works well; it doesn't feel so much like a device as it does a medium. This is a book I'll buy my own hard copy of, because I suspect I'll end up teaching it. The poems feel both of this moment, and that they will hold up over time. The main thing I like about her writing is that if I encountered a poem of hers in the wild, without the poet's name, I believe I would know it was hers.

a collection of immense depth, wisdom, heart and courage that i am very grateful to have been given the opportunity to read. seuss envisions the sonnet here as confessional, as thrown gauntlet, and fragmented, interior rumination, as lament and peace offering, to enduring effect. even when it is at its coldest, her voice is still burning kerosene, variously wind-battered, slurred, erudite, and singing the thrillingly vulgar, while never faltering in its isolated, subterranean sorcery.

"What is wrong with the mind is what is wrong with the poem."

Wow! Just wow. Dianne Seuss is doing magic in this collection of sonnets. The poems, while magnificent on their own, tell a wider story of love, death, loneliness, pop culture, family, and more. Seuss' poems also contend with the idea of the poem itself: why it exists and how.