Casey Kiser's Reviews > The Rabbits With Red Eyes

So......
Yeah. This book. Um....
You know the feeling when you're 3/4 thru a David Lynch movie late on a Saturday night and you've had a few drinks and you have no effing clue as to what is going on, because your reality is mixing with Lynch's reality and nothing is real but everything is a little too real and it overwhelms you and you wanna get up and get another drink but now you're too freaked out to rise from your sunken place on the couch and then you start crying and suddenly there are rabbits and violent confusion, and anxiety completely consumes you but then you are laughing and the credits roll and you sit there for another hour in your own piss and tears and just feel so thankful for this art.
Same feeling with this book. Juliet will rob you of any inkling of innocence you may have left and you will thank her for it. You will thank her because she is not jerking you around. She doesn't tip toe through poetry. She is a beautiful disaster. She walks the blurred line with every line of her poems and doesn't let up until she has shaken you at your core and dug up strange emotions you didn't even know you were inside of you.
This book is handmade and an absolute treasure. Any time I want to be reminded I'm alive and escape the mediocre day, I will come back to this book.