Nothing at All

"Translated with a fierce precision by Kit Schluter, Olivia Tapiero’s Nothing at All is an urgent, visceral meditation on dissolution." —Anne Boyer, from the foreword "To read Nothing At All is to ignite one’s trypophobia, to expose oneself to truths that disgust and repel. And yet, the referred pain that reverberates through Tapiero’s prose-poetry also awakens relief and recognition—who among us doesn’t dream of caressing, if not dignifying, those parts of ourselves and our histories that have been silenced and disappeared? —Lilana Torpey, Asymptote "Nothing at All reads as an expansive lyric gesture of shadow and liquid, relaying story and trauma across an expansive suite of fragments composed via an accumulation of prose poems, prose poem sections, writing of endings and beginnings; writing history and its devastations, accumulations; its ripples, and its waves." —rob mclennan "[Nothing at All] uses cosmic language (i.e. black holes, creatures from the sea) and speaks to global experiences of colonization and increased visibility and influence of fascism and yet, it is very much anchored in the body." —Bennett Malcomson, Periodicities “This cyclone of art, destruction, and nonconformity impresses." —Publishers Weekly, in praise of Phototaxis “[H]aunting lyricism, atmospherically rendered in Kit Schluter’s translation." —Jackie Wang, in praise of Phototaxis