Nowhere Nearer

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Doesnt language get tired Doesnt it get sick of lulling us into believing all the *** we say Isnt love also the kind of cruelty you give to someone because you cant hold all that cruelty in your own hands All I knows Im overflowing. All I knows Im overflowing and Im not sure how much of me the world can hold. From `Epilogue In Nowhere Nearer Alice Miller takes us inside a European world full of ruins and memories, haunted by Sigmund Freud and Eva Braun, betrayals and loss. Millers poetry is clear and brittle, full of glass doors that spit the sun back. It is deeply ruminative, rich with the circularity of thought, the company of the dead, and the lure of alternative futures. Since you left me I walk around here a lot. Im not dead, either. To be not dead, I claim, is the most marvellous thing in the world. These poems rip into pockets of histories, trying to change facts and voices, searching for the words version of musics home key. They dare you to visit, through a series of cities, the futures we never let happen.