“So you didn't think Rimbaud's Illuminations were possible in an American idiom? You didn't think that the explosive and tender, the vulgar and the visionary, could take concepts of spirit and body and wring their necks? These poems take on the South and the intricacies of race, they meditate on how power empties out the private life, all the while refusing to be pigeon-holed by ideologies of any stripe. They say with Whitman, ‘Do I contradict myself? Well then, I contradict myself. . . .’ Fierce and funny, ecstatic in their melancholy, these poems blow past any curb on the imagination. No one in any generation is writing poems that are like these: smart, visceral, immensely pleasurable to read.”
—Tom Sleigh

“David Daniel has long known what wreckage and wounds break the soul to a blossoming wonder, both on the page and in the ear. Remarkable for how he remasters his and our suffering into sacred song, I bear witness in saying: Ornaments is a sweet American solo act that inspires a new telling that ‘we can love by’.”
—Major Jackson

“Ornaments has some of the most elegant, aggressive, sweet, hallucinatory, stone-carved, and raggedy-ass writing that I have ever read. Out of our slow, churning fall from childhood into adult life, David Daniel makes a poetry full of mortal reckonings and whispered pleasures, sending us on a submariner’s tour of many of the most dangerous undercurrents in American history—his totally alive Rimbaud-like pilot at the helm night and day.”
—David Rivard