spuytenduyvil

I have long said that C. C. Hannett is one of the best things Seattle has going for it—this leaves no doubt. Occasional, full of the everyday made extraordinary, like a Frank O’Hara poem but tucked behind a weird curtain of language. These poems are brilliant, funny, sad, and very real. Because let’s face it, taking selfies at our age does seem ridiculous. But we’ll probably do it anyway.

     Amber Nelson

 

Hannett loves words, which dance and death drop in this neo-Surrealist collection. The poet swoops from the natural world through the scientific and into the pop-induced angst of millennial social media, asking questions that are far more dreadful than they at first seem: “When is it okay to unfriend the dead?” This collection fizzes and crackles with the tension of the young poet facing the world of 2017.

     Evan J. Peterson