Happily

Lyn Hejinian

This small book-length poem by Hejinian presents a loosely linked series of everyday, abstracted pleasures where time is tactile yet immeasurable; when recognized, though, it is a revelation: “Now is a blinding instant one single explosion but somehow some part of it gets accentuated/ And each time the moment falls the emphasis of the moment falls into time differently/ No sooner noticed no sooner now that falls from something/ Now is a noted conjunction/ The happiness of knowing it appears.” …This near-treatise by one of our major experimental poets succeeds on its own terms, “in its own right.”