American Fractal

Each portion forming a reduced-size copy of the whole, a fractal is forever fragmented, both chaotic and ordered, endlessly complex. Timothy Green’s American Fractal sees this pattern emerge from the fabric of modern culture, as it navigates the personal, the political, and the metaphysical, in a lyric dreamscape in which an eerie chaos lurks just behind the facade of order–where “what looks like / a river…could be a log,” “as if accident were / the fundamental attribute of life.” In separate poems, one man sells ad space on his forehead, while another examines the multitudes of his own voice on an audio cassette recorder. Each life is but another section of the fractal, the past and the future two mirrors that face each other to perpetuate the illusion of infinites. At turns evocative and sweetly ironic, Green straddles the line between accessibility and complexity, exploring “how the wind whispers our secrets,” how “that little tremor” of understanding “touches your sleeve, lets go.”

White text stating American Fractal and black text stating Poems by Timothy Green over a tan background with orange marbling and crossfaded images of machinery.

Timothy Green ( Author Website )

Publication Date: February 15, 2009

Genre/Imprint: Poetry, Red Hen Press

$18.95 Tradepaper

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ISBN: 978-1-59709-130-5


Michael Turner’s review on Growler

“Many of Green’s speakers seem to desire to disappear, to re-work the equation for subtraction. It is the frustration caused by a world that fails to allow disappearance which provides […]

Laurie Blauner reviews American Fractal

American Fractal Laurie Blauner. Red Hen (CDC, dist.), $18.95 (104p) ISBN 978-1-59709-130-5 In Timothy Green’s appropriately titled American Fractal a whole vision is created from fragments of American myths, family, […]

Marjorie Maddox’s review on BookMarks

“Indeed, as Timothy Green claims in Hiking Alone, perhaps all we ever want is a little darkness to climb out of. In American Fractal, he provides the dark, the light, […]

Barbara Crooker’s review in Mid-American Review

Opening Timothy Green’s first full-length collection is like entering a fun house and stepping into the room where distorted mirrors reflect back into themselves ad infinitum. The concept of the […]