"In a headlong rush, Lyn Hejinian's Fall Creek swirls the literal with the littoral, sediment with sentiment, log jams of emjambment, and "inklings / of sob shout or song / inking clarity in book stone rustle / word sending leaves down / in further language / swimming after something." Already a quarter of the way into the 21st Century, history swells its banks - sweeping the detritus of nature, culture, ideology and mythology, politics and philosophy, of humans, birds, fish and frogs, their flights, songs, cries and reflections, into a breathless course of "meandering specifics." Hejinian delivers it all up "in a current of bomb sense" at once precipitous and precise"--