Description"Andrew Dally\'s poems turn the ubiquitous Mc Donald\'s in the American landscape into touchstone, into rhythm, via a language that feels brand new.
I am 100% satisfied that three winters from now these ketchupy lung songs, all the ghosts in the white spaces, will still be not quite tiring across the tars of my ears." --Abraham Smith.
And Dally doesn\'t disappoint.
I don\'t know about you but I live for some kinds of etched sadness.
And it\'s damn lovely.
It\'s lovelorn.
It\'s loving.
It\'s sad.
Herein Dally trellises--with seasoned alacrity and tiny good saltpackets of humor--Japanese wanderliterature tradition to the giant cheesy M on high.
Dally answers all of that on his speakerphone while rougeing a fry & otherwise going 777mph & watching where he\'s going like Creeley sd we must(ard).
Gertrude Stein sd Anybody is as their land and air is.
Charles Olson sd the problem with America is space.
Like a perfect playlist for a long road trip, this book fuses disparate elements to build a moving, intimate mythology for our time." --Melissa Ginsburg"Andrew Dally\'s poetry is smart and it smarts.
Description"Andrew Dally\'s poems turn the ubiquitous Mc Donald\'s in the American landscape into touchstone, into rhythm, via a language that feels brand new
