In his sixth full-length collection—a 2016 National Book Award finalist—Gizzi tends the anarchic gardens of American lyricism with mature charm. He is nimbly in control, restrained, meticulously sculpting, stirring up an enchanting bouquet as he threads legato lineation and contrapuntal melodies of high and low diction throughout. Archeophonics is a beaming book you’ll feel the need to bask in, not only for its incredibly apt metaphors and urbane internalization of modern-day hullabaloo, but to study just how it is Gizzi collects and directs so much natural light.
These lost stars tomorrow will they be there when we wake in our sorrow, is it us so lost in the moment, is it today we look to flower
If it were because the time we saw and loved, if it was because we are and should be this, the way it was then, we find it glowing this our future and bravado
We say how could this be when did this happen that we'll find ourselves somewhere else in some future laughing, why is it incompatible I mean what does it matter, whether the ship were in the trees or the ground was in the water
The stars doubled in the river the stars once floating in past futures we ran to, if it all seems dizzy and mayhem if it all seems promised and ordained