The Poet Confronts Bukowski's Ghost
(debut full-length poetry collection)
"This book is full of cutting truths and visceral honesty, softened by the same hand that sharpened it. It's rare to find a poet who is able to so effortlessly infuse comedy and humor into serious, heart-breaking poetry, but you find that in The Poet Confronts Bukowski's Ghost. Kat's vulnerability and openness feels almost effortless, and will make everyone who reads this collection want to be braver."
-- Caitlyn Siehl, author of Crybaby
"Kat Giordano's work reads like the human body after a crime of passion. And you look up and realize what you have done and the poems are over and you are sitting in a pool of blood. Or is it your own tears? You will feel a wetness and a hurt, like you did not want it to be over and then it was."
-- Heather Bell, author of A Horse Made of Fire
"Kat Giordano is a fearless poet of and for our troubled times. The voices in her poems struggle a lot. There’s anxiety and self-doubt. There’s Poet Man and MeToo and the lie of Bob Ross’s fluffy evergreens – fake beauty that can lull a person into believing the world is prettier and more promising than it is. These are poems filled with speakers who know the fight for their artistic and literal survival -- however impossible it seems -- is their only option. . . What a fresh and edged voice this is. A fierce debut."
-- Lori Jakiela, author of Belief Is Its Own Kind of Truth, Maybe
"I’m not sure what to call this feeling, the kind of heat between my ears that was neither fully frustration or outrage or shame. But it’s the same righteous nausea that sits beneath the poems in Kat Giordano’s The Poet Confronts Bukowski’s Ghost (Philosophical Idiot, 2018). In this debut, Giordano faces the specter of a certain famous drunk poet and the culture he represents with equal parts grit and generosity, with both genuine discomfort and tempered rage. “It’s true what Bukowski said about style,” the first poem in the collection begins. In the titular poem, Giordano deals with the infantilizing discomfort of wanting to emulate the very writer that degrades “girls like [her]” before literally fighting his ghost."
-- Lauren Michelle Prastien, Michigan Quarterly Review