Streets as Elsewhere - Jacobs, J. L.

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Résumé :
Streets As Elsewhere is where everything and everyone is absorbed by the place, where This empty house listens to its landscape; Dust as it is seen is swept inwards/ as a dream at noon. The inhabitants are as discarnate as those in Pedro Paramo, ...a woman walking up the dusty road. / Straight uphill. ...wild bees in a memory of women stretching fabric. The sound tunes to its surrounds-crows in the afternoon, April thunder, crickets-and to smells of overcoats in rain, cognac and persimmons. A subtle disquietude attaches to a sense of belonging; a strange magnetism alleviates an equally potent sense of estrangement. So much braided hair, so much so much dust, so much rain. J.L. Jacobs has conjured a language for her distinctive world. The poems linger and beckon. The silvered reader enters from behind the mirror. The book tenders a strange exaltation. -C.D. Wright