Fall Creek

Lyn Hejinian

In a headlong rush, Lyn Hejinian’s Fall Creek swirls the literal with the littoral, sediment with sentiment, and “inklings / of sob shout or song / inking clarity in book stone rustle / word sending leaves down / in further language…” At the quarter mark of the 21st Century, history swells its banks, sweeping the detritus of nature, culture, ideology and mythology, politics and philosophy, of humans, birds, fish and frogs, their flights, songs, cries and reflections, into a breathless course of “meandering specifics.” Hejinian delivers it up “in a current of bomb sense” at once precipitous and precise. Here is a poetry of everyday life in all its plenitude.