Weaving between the personal and cosmic I, Tung-Hui Hu's lyrics seek the "greenhouse"--a place of saturation, growth--as a poetic space to cultivate new modes through which our common language can once again illuminate and guide--"lighthouse." With minimalism and control, Greenhouses, Lighthouses draws subtly from photography, cinematography, and history to create haunting and memorable connections. From "A Gust of Wind": There is so much he wants to ask his strange new wife: how many lovers she has had, American or Provolone, and why sometimes, listening to her, he can hear the sound of a radiator breathing steam in a cold room. But it feels ridiculous to doubt her, so he finds a patch of grass in the open field and speaks to it, bending down and burring his words through the blades

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