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If people were still banning and burning books, Vodicka’s Dear Ted would be at the top of
the shortlist. Lars Von Trier will option this book. Pasolini would be proud.
-Kim Goeransson, photography and music production at feral sleep study
Vodicka’s Dear Ted is not a genuflecting murder ballad. It’s not a hyperbolic elegy to the
cult of personality that exists around a spectral boogeyman in pleated slacks. It IS a
ferocious take-no-prisoners deconstruction of the sycophantic idol worship that grows
like kudzu around killers that often obscures the survivors, victims, and vindicators.
Vodicka is the definition of fearless. A poet who wields words like hammers and
metaphors like lead pipes in the hands of angels. A not-to-be-missed collection.
-S.A. Cosby, New York Times bestselling author of Razorblade Tears and
Blacktop Wasteland
With Dear Ted, Vodicka grabs her hot pink poetry brush and paints important feminine
energy all over the often male-focused world of serial killers. It’s a collection that offers
poignant statements on violence against women in art and pop culture. Dear Ted takes the
power away from men, both serial killers and serial daters alike. It’s a killer read and an
empowering one, too.
-Gina Tron, true crime staff writer for Oxygen and author of Suspect,
Employment, and Star 67
Results of the autopsy are in: Kim Vodicka is the real killer, slaying with necromantic
wordplay illegal in most states, including the states of denial, arousal & psychosis.
-Jack Skelley, author of Fear of Kathy Acker
Vodicka’s feral wit and fetishistic wordplay don’t just sugarcoat her bitter pills of
lacerating truth; they seduce you and wreck your defenses as she smears period blood
on the valorization of misogynistic monsters and vivisects the rancid romantic carnage
committed by the sociopathic shitshows that walk among us. But if it’s wrong to be
turned on by this poetic orgy of nightmares and accusations, I don’t know how to be
right.
-Cody Goodfellow, Wonderland Book Award-winning author of
Unamerica and All-Monster Action
It is impossible to choose between the three circles presented in Vodicka’s electrifying
collection Dear Ted. Every section of this book is dangerous, chaotic, and compulsory.
Every poem is an essential marriage of brutal honesty and elaborate humor.
-Gabriel Ricard, author of Bondage Night and Disgruntled Columnist
Vodicka relentlessly probes emotional violence in this long-form, experimental poem,
inflicting on the reader what destructive relationships do to the women involved. The
book requires a commitment to gross anatomy, mental gymnastics, breaking one’s own
hall of mirrors about the harm we cause, request and inflict. Do you know how much
work / goes into revisiting the scene / of a murder? Vodicka asks as a demand, as she
fearlessly confesses her crimes committed and consumed.
-Nettie Zan Powers, author of Victimless Crime
