My main issue with the poems was that many of them felt like walking into a movie halfway through and watching a scene with no context, which kept me from connecting with the writing. Although I can appreciate Bolin’s skill, I don’t think this poetry collection is necessarily for me.

Form from Form by Christopher Bolin is the poet's second collection of poetry. Bolin teaches writing at the College of St. Benedict and St. John’s University. He is also the author of Ascension Theory.

Kuhl House Poets releases collections in fall and it is described by the University of Iowa Press as:

This provocative series reawakens readers to a fresh consideration of the possibilities of language and feeling by publishing work that is formally and verbally inventive, adventurous work that takes its own path outside established routes of either traditions or experimental poetry.

Form From Form perfectly fits this description. The Kuhl House releases are usually more difficult poetry and usually supply several moments of revelation. Form From Form made me think from first seeing the title. It is usually form that follows function. Reading through I began to think that if form derives from form might this not be like Plato allegory?  The poet is describing form while viewing the ideal in an attempt to relay perfection in our imperfect words. Bolin's work certainly did provide several instances when he perfectly captured a moment.

The work is rich with imagery:
The viewers in the triptych shadows breaking into sequences
of expressions—

into tableaus

of arriving
a thousand years too late to save them from themselves

~Crowd Control

"Manuscript" plays heavily on the ovine. From the vellum, to the recording of the word of The Lamb, to the "smoothing the tufted pages of the beast" the path is clearly marked and followed. The poet moves from fishermen to factories and might even touch upon the uncertainty principle.  Rich in imagery and complex in form Bolin delivers an interesting adventure in words that glimpse beyond the shadows on the wall.

No single poem especially spoke to me, but the writing (especially the imagery) showed skill. Decent, but nothing amazing.