the complete review: Without Title by Geoffrey Hill:
...this is a collection that is described as being Without Title, for one, and from ellipses ('Insert Here') to the frequent turning to music, words obviously aren't entirely adequate.
'Ars' begins:

Hazardous but press on.

It's an appropriate warning and challenge for much of Hill's poetry, and this collection is no exception. 'Ars' is as good an example as any, the first stanza reading in its entirety:

Hazardous but press on. Enjambent
drags: hinge of induration
not a patent success.
Comparisons build tautologies yet again.
What is incomparable and are we
making a list ?

hey that sounds like me. just like. keep sonnet. k---sake
preservation, it's all the same. when the body left out into it. yet speaking against the losing.
small words, once again. wants again.
will you let me be an acceptable stranger?
what is the moment worth to you, and what is the time?
still facing, for all the else.