“It’s as if a mirror came flashing up–and then off again: reflection then opacity … and then a space (depth) of desire.” –Laura Mullen (on Campbell’s The Maximum)
In this second collection, Campbell’s richly minimal poems come once again, as poet Zack Finch has written, “sieved out of turbulence,” pressed to the point that each syllable counts out from the unaccounted. In sparse and reflective lines, Campbell’s poems move with an understated plangency–turning the volume up at the edges of ordinary speech.
