Planet Drill
Jessica Laser
Praise for Planet Drill
I don't know where this Planet Drill comes from; I only know it's a capricious bell ringing from the new stark-echoic. That's the mood of these doom poems at rest. Jessica manipulates the bloom of her untraceable mother tongue with the romantic gestures of anti-matter. This is a real model of acutely aqueous guesswork. Planet Drill embraces that silent effusion, drip by drip, in the muggy onward. Send your corporeal blood pacts back to the insane prayers of drunken idols: Planet Drill doesn't need them...
– Carlos Lara
In their dizzying play between surface and depth, Jessica Laser's poems take on a vertiginous, disorienting power. Their tightly wound syntax blasts a sound akin to prophecy piped in from a place I can't yet name. They shine, they well, they vibrate, they ask into the mysteries by which the world is repeatedly demolished and remade by imaginative power. They belong in your hands right now.
– Elizabeth Willis
In an era of disintegration, frack and melt, any human who wants to move away from habits of harm must feel for new ways to inhabit Planet Drill, using our signature bodily function: language. In Jessica Laser's Planet Drill, human language is like the slime-mold quietly recreating the subway map of Tokyo: deft, resourceful, pliant, responsive, and finally, collectively, wise.
– Joyelle McSweeney
About the Author
Jessica Laser was born in Chicago. She is the author of Sergei Kuzmich from All Sides (Letter Machine Editions) and the chapbooks He That Feareth Every Grass Must Not Piss in a Meadow (paradigm press) and Assumed Knowledge and the Knowledge Assumed from Experience (The Catenary Press). Her work has been supported by Brown University, The Iowa Writers' Workshop, The University of California, Berkeley, The Mastheads and The New Literary Project.
Praise for Planet Drill
I don't know where this Planet Drill comes from; I only know it's a capricious bell ringing from the new stark-echoic. That's the mood of these doom poems at rest. Jessica manipulates the bloom of her untraceable mother tongue with the romantic gestures of anti-matter. This is a real model of acutely aqueous guesswork. Planet Drill embraces that silent effusion, drip by drip, in the muggy onward. Send your corporeal blood pacts back to the insane prayers of drunken idols: Planet Drill doesn't need them...
– Carlos Lara
In their dizzying play between surface and depth, Jessica Laser's poems take on a vertiginous, disorienting power. Their tightly wound syntax blasts a sound akin to prophecy piped in from a place I can't yet name. They shine, they well, they vibrate, they ask into the mysteries by which the world is repeatedly demolished and remade by imaginative power. They belong in your hands right now.
– Elizabeth Willis
In an era of disintegration, frack and melt, any human who wants to move away from habits of harm must feel for new ways to inhabit Planet Drill, using our signature bodily function: language. In Jessica Laser's Planet Drill, human language is like the slime-mold quietly recreating the subway map of Tokyo: deft, resourceful, pliant, responsive, and finally, collectively, wise.
– Joyelle McSweeney
About the Author
Jessica Laser was born in Chicago. She is the author of Sergei Kuzmich from All Sides (Letter Machine Editions) and the chapbooks He That Feareth Every Grass Must Not Piss in a Meadow (paradigm press) and Assumed Knowledge and the Knowledge Assumed from Experience (The Catenary Press). Her work has been supported by Brown University, The Iowa Writers' Workshop, The University of California, Berkeley, The Mastheads and The New Literary Project.