Archeophonics

"In his eighth collection, Gizzi continues his quest to renew lyricism ... his ear remains as appealing as ever, and his paratactic syntax still surprises line by line ... At their warmest, Gizzi's poems offer genuinely moving confrontations with mortality, history, and tradition."—Publishers Weekly

"Archeophonics is perhaps Gizzi's most personal book; it is tender, lyric, strange, and chatty. He writes from a place of deep intimacy with loss, as if he has locked eyes with 'the fragility of the world and of being,' as he described."—Amanda Petrusich, The New Yorker

"Award-winning poet Gizzi here uses spare, focused language to reflect on language itself: its origins, structure, uses, and music reflecting how words are rooted deep down in our past. But language is complicated. Hence our need—and our difficulty—in separating appearance from reality, effluence from essence; the 'static lovely' of what we want to communicate must traverse 'a grubby transom.'"—Library Journal

"A trajectory runs through the whole from poems of despair and loss to those of revival as 'the old language/continues its dialogues/in ordinary dust.' The book directly raises questions of how one is to go about the writing of poetry given the collapse of language and the self."—Martha Ronk, The Constant Critic

"A book about vibe: the vibrations in the air we call sound waves; the vibrations of history we feel through time; the particular emotional vibrations that give certain people or objects or occasions what we call an aura, a vibe. The lift in Gizzi's lyrics is less intellectual, or even revelational, than vibrational."—Matt Rader, Wales Arts Review

"[A] courageous book where the poet fearlessly inserts himself into the very heart of the existential questions that plague him on a daily basis. His answers bespeak an honest resilience in the face of our mortality."—Sonja James, The Journal

"Archeophonics is an unprecedented and haunting meditation on poetry, how it retains memories of its former manifestations, the politics of this retention, and how, most importantly, in spite of everything, voice rises to the surface and poetry survives."—Melih Levi, Colorado Review

"In his eighth collection, Gizzi continues his quest to renew lyricism his ear remains as appealing as ever, and his paratactic syntax still surprises line by line At their warmest, Gizzi's poems offer genuinely moving confrontations with mortality, history, and tradition."—Publishers Weekly

"Gizzi treads eggshell air, eggshell earth, traipse never not shadowed by collapse, as if to sound some depth, some corrected tilt or some righted something gone under, the poems an evaporative track left in its wake."—Nathaniel Mackey, author of Nod House

"I like that Peter frequently over bets, this poet gets in trouble and needs the world to get him out of it. It's like this: I saw the frill of light today/walking on the path. It's speechy, meaning (for me) that his writing actually grows ornamental, and then suddenly it turns slight like trash in the street and it's ravishingly strong. Gizzi's strength is a world of big ideas buttressed by fragility and the incidental. And he's often complaining. I'd call it girly. Even post gender. It's strong and it's pretty work."—Eileen Myles

"Gizzi treads eggshell air, eggshell earth, traipse never not shadowed by collapse, as if to sound some depth, some corrected tilt or some righted something gone under, the poems an evaporative track left in its wake."—Nathaniel Mackey, author of Nod House

"Peter Gizzi's disturbing lyricism is like no other."—Adrienne Rich