Atticus, has captured the hearts and minds of nearly 700k followers (including stars like Karlie Kloss, Emma Roberts, and Alicia Keys). In his second collection of poetry, The Dark Between Stars, he turns his attention to the dualities of our lived experiences—the inescapable connections between our highest highs and lowest lows. He captures the infectious energy of starting a relationship, the tumultuous realities of commitment, and the agonizing nostalgia of being alone again. While grappling with the question of how to live with purpose and find meaning in the journey, these poems offer both honest explorations of loneliness and our search for connection, as well as light-hearted, humorous observations. As Atticus writes poignantly about dancing, Paris, jazz clubs, sunsets, sharing a bottle of wine on the river, rainy days, creating, and destroying, he illustrates that we need moments of both beauty and pain—the darkness and the stars—to fully appreciate all that life and love have to offer.
My review – spoiler free
I always find it hard to write a review for a poetry collection so bare with me while I try to make sense of my thoughts on this collection.
I had read Atticus’ first poetry collection Love Her Wild at the end of December and absolutely loved it. It quickly became one of my favourite collections I’ve ever read. I loved that one so much because it felt different to me, different from what I had previously read. I loved the use of photos in the book. The poems in that one were also just super relatable to me, since they were mainly about being in love.
This is not a review for thar first collection, obviously, but I did want to share my thoughts on it briefly before I can dive in my thoughts on this second collection since I didn’t write a review for Love Her Wild.
As I stated one of the reasons why I loved Love Her Wild so much was because it felt so different and a bit new to me. That’s what made me pick up the second collection so quickly after reading the first one. Now, maybe because I didn’t leave a lot of time between the two, or simply because I had read the first collection, this second one just didn’t feel like something special anymore.
It was still so nice to have the pictures accompany the poems, but I sometimes felt like there were too many pictures. The first book felt like a poetry collection accompanied by photos, whereas the second collection sometimes felt more like a photobook accompanied by poems. Which is ofcourse not what I wanted, since I picked up this book to read poetry. But the photos were still beautiful, I was just a bit disappointed by the fact that the photos had such a big focus in comparison to the poems.
Now about the poems: once again this might be because I had read Atticus’ first collection so recently, but the poems also felt really repetitive. It felt like I had read them all before. Which is quite strange, considering the fact that this collection has other topics than his first one.
The first collection was all about love and loving someone, which is something I don’t find often in poetry collections, since they’re often about ‘bad’ emotions. But this second collection was more focused on the negative emotions, like a dozen other poetry collections I’ve read before. And it’s not that I can’t relate to those things, it’s just that I’ve already read a dozen poetry collections with almost the same poems. Which is also why this collection felt reptitive to me, I guess.
It’s definitely not that I didn’t enjoy this collection, I was just so underwhelmed and disappointed by it, because I loved his first collection so much.
If you’re a fan of Atticus’ work, I would definitely recommend picking this one up, but know that it’s not the same type of collection as Love Her Wild.