“From a Conradian vantage point on the banks of the Thames to Lodz’s Piotrkowska Ulicia, the longest street in Europe, Agnieszka Studzińska calibrates her seeing on history’s ruins making their way into the private intimacies of home and the unhomely. The architecture of fragments—of bones, of the conversations with grandmothers, husbands, children, and the overheard violences of strangers—takes up Blanchot’s call to unwork silence, to arrive at a new language. Stunningly deft and formally alive, these poems at every turn metamorphose a self to deliver, unforgettably, on that very promise of newness”. Sandeep Parmar