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Prithvi Varatharajan reviews Views of the Hudson: A New York Book of Psalms by Angela Gardner
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The first poem in Angela Gard­ner’s 2007 début collection, Parts of Speech, impressed me with its emotional power. I found the subsequent poems less driven but, at the same time, animated by an unusual poetic style. Gardner is a visual artist as well as a poet, and these practices seem interrelated. Her new book, Views of the Hudson, affirms my first impression of her style: her poetry is a montage of image, emo­tion, thought and speech.

Book 1 Title: Views of the Hudson
Book 1 Subtitle: A New York Book of Psalms
Book Author: Angela Gardner
Book 1 Biblio: Shearsman Books, US$26 pb, 68 pp
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Views of the Hudson contains a sequence of poems – ‘psalms’, according to the book’s subtitle, which plays on the idea of the Promised Land – numbered one to sixty. Gardner composed these during a visit to New York. In the poems, she walks through crowds of commuters, contemplat­ing ‘the regularised grammar of the streets’ and ‘[her] own grimed reflec­tion / ... in each storefront window’.

The sterility of the human world (and of New York) is a theme that Gardner juxtaposes with her own emotional experience. A second, intertwined theme is the detach­ment and coldness of individuals. For example, in the twenty-ninth poem, she writes, ‘Some buildings tower over our lives / become our architecture of existence’. In the fourth poem, she says of the city’s inhabitants, ‘Passers-by avoid eye contact / or each other or themselves’.

Ironically, the city so engulfs the poet that the Hudson River of the book’s title is almost absent: it ap­pears once in the twenty-third poem, then a few more times towards the end. Some of the later poems are the most beautiful. That said, Gardner articulates her feelings toward New York best in the thirty-seventh poem, where she writes: ‘my heart is ... / ... a bird on a chain / looking down on the city // I cannot fly – hold me.’

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