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I had everything I ever wanted to say to you organized in my head but forgot it all when you took my palm in your hand and with your index finger wrote 'disaster'.
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"As I read these poems, I feel as though I'm bailing out of a German fairy tale with a chute that might or might not open. I don't care, though. Jason Bredle's night sky is as beautiful as it is scary-I'm happy to fall through it forever."
David Kirby
"Jason Bredle's poems approach the world like a haunted cat approaches a glacier, curious and itchy with strangeness. In Carnival, he skates paratactically between states of being: levity, heart-holes, licks of darkness, lovesickness and werewolfishness. Bredle's gift as a poet is to traverse and re-traverse one looking glass in ten different moods. When he goes through it, we are taken."
Melissa Broder