Synopses & Reviews
"Never has a stalker's love poem been so full of panic, so brimming with dance and the open-teeth of traps. Levy's words are words I want to wrap up in, to nestle dangerously until I fall asleep, dreaming of Scarlett Johansson."
-J.A. Tyler, author of A Man of Glass & All the Ways We Have Failed
you can rest your body against my car's warm hood
"...like William Giraldi said in a recent article on the ecstatic, “when the old gods don’t work anymore, we make new ones.” And that’s what Levy has done here with these poems, he’s rid us of our old gods to shout ecstatic love at, that tired “you” and the people we write our own love poems to, and placed Scarlett Johansson, with the help of Tom Waits and Woody Allen references, on the throne. Looking up at them, he bursts himself open, each prose poem a plea or prayer sent up.
...this chapbook is perfect to read while your ex-wife drives you to a weekend vacation for your birthday. Ecstasy goes beyond love or aesthetic pleasures; it reaches out of those strange places cluttered with too much emotion and ordinariness, placing one on a plane of exuberance and pure stokedness. That’s what I appreciate most about Levy’s words: how they are unafraid of worship, how they are unashamed of their unruliness, how they are pure, fabricated runaway love."
read the full review by Tyler Gobble in Vouched