“In the tragic recognition—(or barbaric imperial yawp?)—of its title, WE ARE PHARAOH refuses to disavow the poet’s imbrication within the collective nightmare of modernity. Here, Fernandez uncovers the terrible beauty and truth of our first-person plural condition: ‘the voice stark, near-black, mutely blue, a Portland Vase across which cameo jackals tangle.’ This startling work turns a new page on the poetry of our historical moment.”
—Srikanth Reddy
“Robert Fernandez writes the poetry of a lavish daytime, the record of an inexhaustible world. How generative the gathering of ideas, the assembly of blessings in the form of a visible ‘train from Sharm el-Sheikh,’ where the air gives to each thing an exact place, a name-rhythm, but only for the moment, because myriad possibilities exist to recall.”
—Mark McMorris