Tag: Jake Syersak

  • “State of Decay”: A Georgia Poets’ Roundtable

    “State of Decay”: A Georgia Poets’ Roundtable

    Regionalisms abound in accounts of contemporary poetry, and the American South remains one of the most complex and productive of those literary regions. Yet, with the contemporary scene saturated with MFA and PhD degrees in creative writing, young poets often uproot and move cross-country to enroll in graduate programs. Add in the compounding factor that…

  • Saturday Morning Chapbook: Ryan Bollenbach on Jake Syersak’s VORTEX(T) (COAST|noCOAST)

    Saturday Morning Chapbook: Ryan Bollenbach on Jake Syersak’s VORTEX(T) (COAST|noCOAST)

    Was William Wordsworth a Terminator sent back to the 18th century by Skynet to induce the self-defeating anthropocentric solipsism? A solipsism inherent in his oft-misquoted statement that good poetry is “a spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling” without the “reflection” and “deep thought” of the equation acknowledged? What does “deep thought” look like in the Anthropocene?…

  • “Sirens of Architecture”: Alexandra Mattraw & Jake Syersak on Their Debut Books of Poetry and Beyond

    “Sirens of Architecture”: Alexandra Mattraw & Jake Syersak on Their Debut Books of Poetry and Beyond

    Alexandra Mattraw is a Berkeley poet and critic who has authored several books. small siren is available at The Cultural Society (2018), and two of her chapbooks can be found at dancing girl press (2013, 2017). Other poems and reviews have appeared in Denver Quarterly, Jacket2, Interim, VOLT, and elsewhere. A mother and ecofeminist, Alexandra curates an art-centric writing…

  • Three Verses from the Vortex(t): Poetry from the Future by Jake Syersak

    Three Verses from the Vortex(t): Poetry from the Future by Jake Syersak

    Identity Vortex [ “Can Rivers Be People Too? : Inside the Radical Movement to Gain Rights for Ecosystems—and Save the Environment.” (THE NEW REPUBLIC: May. 9. 2018) ] that this garden should fall may it fall less the weight of a sigh & more the weight of scythes the rivers read   the lips of…