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Between Lakes
Between Lakes
Between Lakes
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Between Lakes

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How does consciousness inhabit liminal spaces? In Jeffrey Harrison’s Between Lakes, the death of the speaker’s father places him in the ever-shifting zone between the living and the dead while also sending him back into his journey to manhood. Old arguments are reimagined: What does it mean to be a man? What does it mean to be a participant in one’s life as well as a witness and recorder of the lives of others? The exploration of these questions leads to new discoveries, including the way time reshapes the vision of one’s life and alters relationships, remaking a shared history. Harrison refrains from explanation, instead offering detail after trustworthy detail—less to prove a case than to imagine a life true to the original. Whether observing nature with steadfast precision or sensing the presence of his absent father while doing chores, Harrison sings the songs of experience in late middle life.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 22, 2020
ISBN9781945588785
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    Between Lakes - Jeffrey Harrison

    Lake

    EKTACHROME DAYS

    The way it turned everything blue

    even bluer

    like the north wind

    on days like today

    deepening the lake

    to cobalt

    and bringing fall

    a little closer—

    an old slide found

    in a desk drawer

    held up to the light,

    moving the past

    into the present,

    into a day

    too blue to last.

    1.

    VARNISHING DAYS

    These days between late spring

    and early summer are like paintings

    already hanging but not yet finished

    the week before the Summer Exhibition

    (once the custom at the Royal Academy),

    still waiting for their final touches

    and smelling of linseed and turpentine:

    everything fresh, the paint still wet,

    the taut sky primed with a wash of blue.

    The Siberian irises, not yet

    unfurling, their buds still tight,

    look like paintbrushes

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