Martine Bellen’s fabulous new collection Ghosts! is
a mosaic fable of descent and return in which a
postmodern Cinderella who “likes to fuck and fuck”
seeks a door for which she is emotionally the right
size. It is a book of loss, in which lovers and fathers
turn to ghosts and join with the winds, and also of
redemption and recovery. The imagination fiercely
demands to “re-member” what has been torn to piec-
es. Like the poet H.D., to whom she pays tribute in
the beautiful first poem, Bellen displays purity, even
gnosticism, of thought. The doors of passage swing
both ways, into history (outward) and myth (inward),
while retaining the texture of experience. Here are
“transparencies before candles in a darkened room,” a
negotiation of light and darkness at the very axis of
consciousness. The Biblical story of Lot’s wife shows
how emotionally fatal it is to gaze back at one’s disas-
ters. The doors ahead are all open, if we will only take
the courage to pass through them, charged not with
regret but desire. PAUL HOOVER