Reading Edge Effects, Jan Conn’s masterful eighth collection, is a little like looking at Edward Burtynsky’s photographs of real industrial wastelands; both visions are as gorgeous as they are terrifying, platforms for thought, even for activism, depending as they do on the energy of the viewer/reader for completion.
For all of her scientific — I mean, accurate — observation, Conn arrives, surprisingly, at mysticism, regularly: “To become more buoyant,/I eat breakfast — duckweed and water hyacinth.//Into the dead of night the errant blue of the river/carries the Milky Way and me, glimmering and wavering.” Conn is a poet for thinkers who dream. Take it on faith.