POETRY by Jeanne Heuving
An ocean of language ebbs and floods in wide swaths of print as the pages turn here like waves, though the ocean’s history with land is presumably far vaster than human language’s history in the world. The language of the ocean, of Earth’s formation, permeates this volume that begins over and over again, as its human language revels in its own shortcomings. “My freedom is so much the greater and more meaningful the more narrowly I limit my field of action and the more I surround myself with obstacles.”
Here is a glorious wading tour of the infinite, the natural, and their relationship to human art-making on multiple registers: musical, linguistic, textilic/material. Tricks of perception turn landscapes and city vistas into painted surfaces, playing with scale and illusions of “mastery.” Text melts into texture and sound then morphs back again.