On a clear, promising morning, the words of Gail Hanlon’s Silent Letter (Cornerstone Press, 2023) can be slipped into like donning affirmations. Hanlon’s exploration of the intricacies of life caters to every possible reader; newcomers will find themselves “fizzling”, human, “s/he”, searching, or forgotten (4, 23). She arranges figurines and postcards of life into poems that stand by themselves. She also explores key aspects of human life in an earthly and suggestive tone, leaving sparkling possibilities for divinity while admiring the wisdom of laughing birds in an underbrush. Interacting with each of Hanlon’s poems, I feel sure and comfortable in my humility.
I love the metaphysical questioning of human place and purpose that permeates the poems in Silent Letter— there is something special about the intellectual humility and deference to so many different sources. The voice in her poems searching for answers about the human condition does not do so vainly or expectantly. Rather, her characters and scenes ask each other questions, play in nature, and leave room for interpretation. Hanlon asks, “why do we choose utterance / if the whole world is in flames … I open the window / thinking of a friend’s question / When are you going to live?” (14). In examples like this from “Not Yet Across,” Hanlon’s work drifts languidly, plainly, and obviously towards the searching and the existential. “Why do we choose utterance” is the simplest of questions, touching on a timeless human tendency to fill voids with language. What are we doing here? Why are we speaking? The musing then considers intention: how we can do these things like talk, when we choose to make talk life. I could ask myself when I am going to live a million times over for a million days. But Hanlon does not stop here, nor does she really attempt to find a solution. In “Eight Minute Essay,” the speaker is described as “looking for an answer in the intricate puzzle faces of blue and yellow pansies as I stand in line for the bus” (17). The question they are trying to answer could be what to do with a mortal life and could be any interpersonal anxiety of the day. Either way, it seems flowers can help – and the simplest answers may be found in nature. It is this careful, artful melding of the complex and the quotidian that makes Hanlon’s poems not only stand, but shine.
The buried themes and questions of Hanlon’s pieces are exposed through precise and deliberate literary devices, rendering each piece an actor in a beautifully orchestrated conversation. In “A Step Nearer to Them,” phrases repeatedly begin with “that” as a relative pronoun, suggesting a preceding phrase that we do not see. The result is that the poem waits, dangling, perhaps ontologically relational. The speaker celebrates: “that I’m still fizzling, shaken, / sugared, and bright even as I am / failing the I-am-not-a-robot test on a regular basis” (4). The use of such adjectives to prove humanity is almost comic, as they seem to describe something like a soda— but they certainly lend to personality and vibrancy, something perhaps artificially tainted but far from robotic monotony. As well as demonstrating strong diction and phrasal choice, Hanlon employs powerful lyric moments in her poems. The final lines of “End Now or Cancel” slow down and change in rhyme scheme, shifting the focus of the piece to the details and the author’s surprise. Lyric moments come in changes of speaker tense, too. In “Running Brush,” Hanlon convinces the reader that “You want to see / your body in front of you. / You want to see it float” (24). There is power in the directness of speaking to an unnamed recipient, because each reader is pulled to adopt the words themselves. I want to see my body in front of me, and to see it float. In this way, Hanlon writes the questions of my mind and places them in front of me, urging their apprehension.
The poems of Silent Letter are to be enjoyed by each of us. Even in her epistemic humility, Hanlon universalizes story and theme. She does not suggest sureness but allows all kinds of readers to pull their own truth from the pages and apply it to a sister, a brother, or a friend. In “Small Gold Figure,” the speaker admits that they now “cannot think / of anything significant / to say,” and then asks “How to read— / left to right or right to left? / Sunwise or moonwise?” (31). In her appraisal of humanity’s condition, Hanlon does not leave out the curse of time— perhaps the most primary thing to a human. Reconsidering basic functions like what to say and how to read, and the ways these can become more taxing and confusing with age, Hanlon breaks against the shore of a bigger question: what do we do with what we learn? Here an earlier poem echoes again, as does its eternal plea: “when are you going live?”.
Gail Hanlon’s Silent Letter is available from Cornerstone Press
Isabelle Whittall is pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in combined Philosophy and Political Science at the University of British Columbia (UBC). She co-hosts the radio show Hail! Discordia! on CITR 101.9fm, and is an Editorial Board Member of UBC’s Journal of Philosophical Enquiries.