"Condensed in this refined language are expressions of unprecedented excess, rudeness, violence, and free thinking. The effect is a kind of gothic architecture, where the thing contained feels bigger than its container, and strains against it. If more poets wrote like Fernandez, we might be living in a golden age."--Aaron Kunin, author of Cold Genius

"Scarecrow finds and makes beauty in and out of precisely what is and nothing more: 'May you spin / here, scarecrow, among / the other straw-like things / planted in the dark earth, / swollen with light and time.' It is a book that does not adorn the human condition, but discovers and reveals the adornments fundamental to it."--Shane McCrae, author of Mule

"Robert Fernandez's incantatory poetry taps into the vatic hum of the earth. His Scarecrow, as human effigy, calls out the predicament of the self at the end of history. He speaks in the dialect of deep time."--Andrew Joron, author of Trance Archive

"Fernandez imbues his dark third collection with omens, mortality panic, and a Rimbaud-esque frenzied bleakness, punctuating the work with moments of desperate hope. Packing poems with Gothic details that produce a visceral reaction Fernandez pivots between sinister and debauched revelry, 'portents dissolving like fat' His dexterity is best displayed in creating and sustaining a mood of ardent desperation heightened by reverent pleas for perseverance- continuing on 'through the night, /through morning, / again again again'."--Publishers Weekly

"All of this, really, should be a concrete argument in favor of becoming a reader of Robert Fernandez's work. For his welcome complexity, his inescapable earnestness, and his felt sentiment. I find myself thinking of this book as an opportunity to further develop how or what would allow me to understand Robert Fernandez's voice, as well as the voices of other poets who continue to hold a conversation with the world. And what a distinct pleasure it is to view into that world."--Kent Shaw, Colorado Review