Poetry. Jake Syersak's debut collection pulses with seeking exaltation, stunning inquiries into what it is to make art in the disintegrating present, refracted through ekphrastic missives to fellow artists. Part entreaty and part ode, the poet's call rings out to reach far-flung companions, uniting us in re-seeing the world through lament and inquiry. Syersak's poems listen for the silent textures, feel through the gravity that separates each from all, somehow discovering a song to show us what resists mere utterance. YIELD ARCHITECTURE is an echolocating cry from the future all the way back to now.--Joshua Marie Wilkinson
Lots here to chew on. My favorite section was the first one most directly about architecture. I liked the conceit of addressing epistolary poems "architecture/dear architecture" because I wondered what was dear about it, and to what extend this was a phenomenology of architecture, inner psychological architecture, or actual buildings with a "column" "glass" "scaffolding" "real estate." Not being pinned down is sometimes difficult to achieve, holding space open for our shifting frames.
I'm also reading a book about spirals so I couldn't help but cross-read some of the imaginary. One in a series that begins, "Logarhithmic spiral over & over dove is over & over a zero through the carousel of deja-vu.... the spores of asymmetrical rhizomes combing the intestinal labyrinth of magnetry." The spiral book is also about ore mining in the Great Basin and I was thinking a lot about ruins, inhabiting spaces, being delimited by spaces.