A Model Year

Reading Gina Myers is like the pleasure of listening to the most quiet notes in Morty Feldman's music. It's a green music where everything is convincing simply refined and secretly fiery. The poetry seems to have taken a polygraph test and has the truthfulness of an injured voice. Photographs of loving are here and also the very global shifts between her Michigan and her New York. It's humble and observant as the figurative art of Schuyler but there is always a funny pointillism that points to nothing except love without hope. A whole year in single sighs the scale being life-size: a world of yes and no a long poem in arpeggios and full disclosure as a fear and poetics. --David Shapiro