When Karen Garthe says "hear Ye see Ye" she becomes our town crier of infinity, an impossible seeming act that only art can make actual. While wielding a language of many registers, and with associative leaps that can be as nervy, instinctive, and primal as they are jaunty, worldly, and elegant, Garthe creates a late lyric gasping of deft tenderness toward all the vanished and vanishing world.
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When Karen Garthe says "hear Ye see Ye" she becomes our town crier of infinity, an impossible seeming act that only art can make actual. While wielding a language of many registers, and with associative leaps that can be as nervy, instinctive, and primal as they are jaunty, worldly, and elegant, Garthe creates a late lyric gasping of deft tenderness toward all the vanished and vanishing world.
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