Praise for With Deer:

Oh, you have taken it too far, Aase Berg, on this field trip to dismember an apocalyptic body that is self-bomb, culture-bomb; you are scratching at the interior of the bomb that has no exterior. Amusedly, bombastically, terrifyingly you scratch. Johannes Goransson's translation is lush and boldly guttural and the two of you have my intestines by a leash. "One by one you turned my faces up/toward the sun's surface/and drank them like deer water."
--Cathy Wagner

Aase Berg's poems deepdive through the perversity of nature, groping the outer edges of subjectivity. Along this super-charged border dichotomies infest one another--inside/outside, human/animal, animate/inanimate, macro/micro--and desire cannibalizes all. Think Hansel and Gretel on acid, think of the horrors of cookie dough. If this unflinching and awesome collection is the shape of modern poetry, then, as Bob Hope said in his 1965 United Artists modernist classic, "I'll take Sweden."
--Dodie Bellamy

These poems have the scent of a lost hermetic text extracted from the oily black clay of a ruined forest. Long suppressed scenes of deliberate, feral ritual and the thrill of animal submission are herein joyfully revealed.
--Michael Gira