The Long Moment

Kate Fagan'sThe Long Moment is a gorgeous and brilliant book, a work of complex sensuousness and deep intelligence. Fagan brings to her work the microcosmically precise insights of a geologist or biologist, but the writings are informed also by a strong sense of social history. Each poem, even each page, is a specific site for study, for sentience, and for politics. Observations from everyday life move into sharp focus alongside formal meditations on the act of perception itself. Fagan's compressed lyricism takes stock of the material world, exploring relations between living bodies and things while allowing each to remain distinct and mobile. Poems are lineated to suit the specific pressures and drifts of Fagan's thinking, with issues of sonic and technical control remaining central throughout. The book's 'Anti-landscape' sequence gathers several key preoccupations of late twentieth-century Australian poetry and inverts them to offer a new, politically astute mode of geographical address. Overheard fragments from contemporary media sit alongside intimate findings in 'The waste of tongues,' creating a narrative that is both calmly persuasive and critically telling. The long moment of this book's details is beautiful; inThe Long Moment the site at which they collect has become astoundingly meaningful.

fromThe waste of tongues You are asking, red over blue, about artifice and its obliquities. Each deft scale edges toward instauration. The lintel is given to fortune's gift, a seam of coal, a radial bone flung up to meet the kelpline, just, octaves of chalk, consolations of a life arranged in diatonic. What we think to hear within 'the broad sweeping form' of being there, being here. Between the articles you say thatteleos is never less than myth.