by Jae, July 13, 2010 11:43 AM
Matthea Harvey's second of three books, Sad Little Breathing Machine, is aurally dazzling. These are smart poems for readers with ears for eyes. Unapologetically, playfully, Harvey saws down the rope bridge between poet and reader. Then from the other side of the divide, winks, Come here already. And you want to. What emerges from between these poems is a wry, immaculate sensibility, beholden to the world as we know it, but siphoned through a fish-eye lens. Keen and mindful, she chooses carefully where to spill her side-of-mouth sense-making. In this, Harvey leaves a luminous little bread trail for us, amid a panoply of sound, and it's just enough to lead us to the house, where sure enough there's a key under the mat.