Seven Miles Deep - Garvey
And who wants to dwell in the light of luminaries when there is so much raw, gritty intensity beneath them? Here in the space between the sky and earth, a book of poetry maps the expanse of the horizon: the heaven of addiction, the distortion of pain, childhood poverty, motherhood, amongst other themes.
Pamela Garvey's book Seven Miles Deep, published by Five Oaks Press, is significant to our time because we've no more room for bucolic, pastoral, or romantic reflections of life. This is the stingy rebuttal that the common person lives. Yes, life can be raw, ugly, mordant but even in this there is beauty. Something about the way the light catches the iridescence of a dragonfly's wing falling from the fingertips of boy. This is what Garvey's writing brings to the literary canon of Western civilization.
In the poem "Wasps", she writes "...their eggs hatch into/a writhing grave./...undead like that spider,/...I have been/buried in such a sleep." This is more than just the speaker in the poem looking at spider eaten from the inside out by wasp hatchlings. It's more than just a comparison or reflection of a moment captured like a photograph. This is a living painting of someone plagued with multiplying thoughts, dreams that chase away restful sleep. This is someone imprisoned by nothing and everything. It's an experience that is universally understood and it must be shared.
What's even more fascinating is the simplicity of the text. There are no wasted breaths. Each line painstakingly crafts an image, a written motion experience where the words almost cease to exist. There is only the texture of light, sound, smell, the taste of touch. It's an embodiment of self where action is all that matters. In looking at "Gifts I Adore", a child destroys her dolls and the mother, furious, asks why. When words are too inadequate, only action can serve as the vehicle of language. And here in the poem, there are only questions. These questions serve as the comparison of action from the past to the future. It unmasks the kind of violence that girls and women carry with them, hidden deep in their souls.
Garvey's Seven Miles Deep is the black-eyed susan growing in the cracks of pavement. It's beautiful, simply written, rich with context and content. It's living art, without all the semantics of the literary industry. Her works are more than just another book...it's poetry that deserves to be experienced rather than collect dust on a shelf in your library. We recommend picking up her book and savoring it until there's nothing left but the taste of bone.