A Clearing Space in the Middle of Being - by Jeff Hardin (Paperback)

About the Book

Hardin's sixth collection attempts to behold language anew, to listen in on its "preview of eternity." Aware of ambiguities, his poems nonetheless speak openly to existence, to the mind's "attempts/to console itself," and to the "intoxication of incoherence" existence so often feels like.

Book Synopsis

If the taste of the eternal "is increasingly absent in our words," then Jeff Hardin's sixth collection, A Clearing Space in the Middle of Being, attempts to behold language anew, to listen in on its "preview of eternity." Aware of ambiguities that plague our lives and given to swerves of logic and dislocations, to echoes and reverberations "too numerous to see in some totality," his poems nonetheless speak openly to existence, to the mind's "attempts/to console itself," and to the "intoxication of incoherence" existence so often feels like. Here in a postmodern world, is it still possible to step boldly into certainty, into clarity, to find a sacred and shared space where "all moments blaze up with a speaking/voice"? Hardin listens intently, discovering more and more how "wanderingly vast" enchantment still might be. In the presence of so many options for understanding, he chooses to believe "a new/parable unfolding, still instructive," pointing him toward a fellowship with others who likewise "lean toward thinking some healing is already/underway."

Review Quotes

If this existence is, as Jeff Hardin says, "a strange but accidental / pleasure," it is a pleasure deepened and enriched by language. And in A Clearing Space in the Middle of Being, Hardin plumbs the pleasures and contradictions of language, which offers "a taste of the eternal," even as it reminds us how far we are from actually achieving that plateau. But Hardin is a poet who knows how much of the eternal swells in our bodies and our actions, since "the thing to remember is that you can always / start in one direction and end up somewhere else, / and there'll still be someone to wave you in, / a fellowship of sorts." Jeff Hardin's poems embrace and extend the fellowship of language and make the eternal seem, for a moment, not as distant.

--Al Maginnes, author of The Next Place and Music from Small Towns

Jeff Hardin's A Clearing Space in the Middle of Being invites us to sit with the self in the kind of comfortable uncertainty Keats called negative capability. These are not poems with expectations. Their business is not in telling us how to live, but rather showing by example how we may consider the community in which our lives meet. Stanza by interlocking stanza and page by page, these poems ask us to "agree we are taken right out of these / days as we know them, not knowing / we don't know them fully, not all of them, / not for long, / certainly not for long enough." Thank goodness books, like our minds, ask to be opened again and again so we may see and re-see these masterfully earnest lines as they live on the page and in our lives.

--Christian Anton Gerard, author of Holdfast

Jeff Hardin writes that "this sense of being a soul is hard to explain," but more than any other living poet, this fortuitous thrall, this constant unwinding is what he reveals. A Clearing Space in the Middle of Being becomes luminous in your hands. A quietly radical undertaking unfolds: the traditional lyric poem rises out of uncertainty toward insight and conclusion powered by the poet's acuity, but Hardin's dexterous, precise poems challenge poetry's hubris. The premise here is joy, the constant is human limitation, the arrival is not at grandeur--or its easy opposite, irony--but at a beautiful, grateful intellectual humility. These are poems we need, poems clear-eyed enough to find and praise the gaps, the absences, the silences, and the notes "tethered to nothing but a veering toward something else."

--Catie Rosemurgy, author of My Favorite Apocalypse and The Stranger Manual