
My Fingernails are Fresnel Lenses by Christopher Fritton Reviewed by Cynthia Reeser
ISBN: 978-1-934513-06-4 There is magnitude in light, even if only a pinprick. Christopher Fritton’s chapbook itself is miniscule, measuring a light four by four inches, but in its case, it is not volume or quantity that matters, but content—though it is handsomely presented in a hand-set, letterpress-printed, hand-stitched volume. My Fingernails Are Fresnel Lenses begins,
The poems are not so much segmented traditionally into individual pieces, as they are united into one cohesive work whose parts function much like cells within the same organism, all working together and toward a similar purpose. On another page:
The chapbook as a whole functions as a current of reasoning, describing the light of thought, recollection and all that is stored via chemistry within the mind. The memory of the moment two lovers first met, the knowledge of the words they spoke, is enveloped within the portions of the brain that retain such occurrences as memories. Therefore, the author describes, memories themselves are given body by the very chemistry that contains them, which is emitted in light from the body as a whole, even through, it is said, the fingernails. “My fingernails are Fresnel lenses,” Fritton writes. “An amplified semaphore of all those bodies.” Light is literally knowledge, and knowledge light, rendered here beautifully in a memorable little book.
Cynthia Reeser is the Editor-in-Chief and founder of Prick of the Spindle., Formerly a staff writer for a military newspaper where she also wrote a weekly book review column, she is now a professional graphic and web designer. Her reviews can be found on Bookslut.com, NewPages, Tarpaulin Sky and others; poetry on 42opus, elimae and temenos; and artwork on her website.
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