Book Review: The Limits, by Alice Miller

This is the first poetry collection of multi-award-winningcv_the_limits writer New Zealand, Alice Miller. It’s an extraordinary book, a departure in style and tone from anything else like it in New Zealand poetry.

The book has an unusual tone, it’s folkloric and gothic, seductive but remote. There are poems referencing Tolstoy and Helen of Troy, poems about Antarctica and poems about love. There seems a great distance between poet and reader, as though the poet is shouting across a ravine. The poet’s voice is both grand and chilly.

The poems reminded me of contemporary song lyrics − like the work of Feist on her album ‘Metals’, the Bowerbirds, Fleet Foxes and Bjork − more than any New Zealand poet contemporaries. Like these musicians, Alice Miller employs playful natural imagery to engender overwhelming human emotions, but it’s gestural natural imagery rather than specific. It’s the natural world of our collective imagination, rather than the literal, inhabited nature of our bioregions.There are trees, forests, rivers, maps and armies in the book, yet oddly, little sense of place. Apart from a couple of images of the contemporary world: an ATM, a mention of a computer screen, these poems could have come from any (recent-ish) time, any place. It would be easy to get this approach very wrong − contemporary poetry makes much of specificity − but the imagery is for the most part interesting and deft and there is real emotion here, enough to give the poems heft.Nature mutates, misbehaves and shape-shifts:

‘When we go to the field
to recover our weapons
all our axehandles
have grown back to trees.’

There’s a sense the terrain of the book is constantly shifting, nothing defined will stay defined.

Alice Miller marries human moods to the mythic, emotions to both history and an uneasy future. This is romantic writing in terms of the tone of awe and the poet’s experience of the sublimity of natural phenomena. The poems are trying to negotiate an often hostile natural and emotional terrain. The poems rail and rally.

It’s also romantic in the sense of poems of intimacy and love. The opening section: ‘skin’, consists of three beautifully written love poems, the vulnerability in the poems is palpable: ‘It’s strange to be the same planet / but split to forge a new, raw globe‘ and ‘This stitching between bodies isn’t skin / It’s only old rope easily cut. / Where the seam tears there’s blood.

At it’s best, The Limits did take me to, and beyond, the limits of my imagination, with elegant, intelligent images and explorations. Occasionally the writing is a a bit elusive, a bit too fanciful, but for the most part, Alice Miller has created an imaginative and philosophical world I was pleased to dwell in.

By Helen Lehndorf

The Limits
By Alice Miller
Auckland University Press (RRP, $24.99)
ISBN 9781869408060

Alice Miller’s website

 

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