LM // Sergei Kuzmich from All Sides – Jessica Laser
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Sergei Kuzmich from All Sides
BY JESSICA LASER
ABOUT SERGEI KUZMICH FROM ALL SIDES
Jessica Laser’s debut full-length collection of poetry. Published on March 15, 2019.
There’s a scene in Tolstoy’s War and Peace in which two people fall in love at a dinner party while the rest of the company makes small talk about the military general Sergei Kuzmich, who only appears in this scene. Kuzmich had repeatedly broken down in tears of joy in front of the state council, trying to read aloud a commendatory letter from the sovereign that began, “Sergei Kuzmich! From all sides rumors reach me…” Those not involved in falling in love at the party laugh, appearing involved in this gossip, but, as Tolstoy describes it, “no matter how indifferent or inattentive to them they seemed, the feeling for some reason was…that the anecdote about Sergei Kuzmich, and the laughter, and the food were all a pretense, and all the power of attention of the entire company was directed only at this couple.”
Sergei Kuzmich from All Sides takes a poem to be a kind of pretense, an “anecdote about Sergei Kuzmich,” the thing we say when we can’t talk about being in love. And we can never talk about being in love, because, as psychoanalyst Adam Phillips says, “it is not the kind of thing that can be known (it isn’t information).” These poems aim to reach beyond information—to speak from where Sergei Kuzmich leaves off—in order to give voice to the kinds of experience that, to become knowable, require the pretense of art.
About the Author
Jessica Laser grew up in Chicago. A graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, she has taught at Brown University, The University of Iowa, Manhattanville College, Parsons School of Design, and SUNY Purchase. She is pursuing a doctorate in English at The University of California, Berkeley. Sergei Kuzmich from All Sides is her first book.
Praise
Finally an oracle with a gorgeous sense of humor. Jessica Laser’s vision is singular, her voice at once formidable and intimate. Its impeccable wit imparts a bracing metaphysics. “I said to myself as a child do not / Mistake the ghost you fear for / The ghost you are.” Here intellect sings. Everywhere agile, coruscating syntax proves music isn’t only a form of beauty, it’s also a mode of inquiry. Rhyme tracks relations inaccessible to reason. Repetition conducts its tests of the present, its shadow appraisals of the past’s part in the future. The visceral pleasure one experiences reading these poems corresponds to the depth of their ambition: to fathom human feeling—its contradictions, its infinite shifts—and “see how full of changes change is.”—Margaret Ross, author of A Timeshare
“I found in myself the lyric I looked for.” From all sides, Sergei Kuzmich radiates epistemological gossip—like Knowledge playing a game of telephone with Experience, Jessica Laser’s debut makes cool blue thought sound like rumor sound like scripture sound like wit sound like song, but nothing else in contemporary American poetry sounds remotely like it. Ultimately, the book is a record of giving oneself over to art, and it is rendered here in perfect pitch. “I had gone upstairs to confront the music.” Only Laser could turn a bad Brooklyn party into smoldering prophecy. Her voice is its own place, and can make a heaven of the hell that is our present. Against doom, it’s here to stay: “Speak now or forever.”—Daniel Poppick, author of The Police