Bright Stupid Confetti By Gary J. Shipley

David Peak

I've been reading Shipley's books for nearly a decade at this point and he just keeps getting better and better. His last few books, Stratagem of the Corpse, Terminal Park, and now this wonderfully strange collection of poems, are his best yet. A truly inspiring and original writer in a class entirely his own.
korga

really, this is a book who can't teach much about the body but, says something more about understanding a book.

it is less capable of rendering much from he/she/it who touches the glittering pages, as it is a thing that completes some sick process of stampede.

what we get to see is much more grotesque than importance, and more important than any monster written about therein.

this is a beautiful collection and reminds me of every thick, layered goo that has driven me to collaborate or shirk off what has came before.
Barry Paul Clark

The ending sentence to each of these half page or so prose poems is like the sonic boom your body makes after hitting the bottom of the dark void Shipley has hurled you into from the starting words, the starts of which launch from some unknown horizon, far past the invisible line of reconcilable damage the span of humanity has inflicted. Big recommend!