Poetry. Norma Cole writes, And why shouldn't Jonathan Brannan's No Place to Fall consist of elegant, simple and dumbfounding surprises? One sutured text seamlessly generates the text 'to create a passionate equation between man societyy nature and objects.' This cental proposition refracts then reflects upon a myriad of glittering visual and sonic patterns of muteness and pastness, perhaps less patterns than intricate puzzles, holding and releasing into the atmosphere, your atmosphere, dear Reader, the kaleidoscopic conditions of your pleasure, that is, its cherished questions.