A biography for Frank Bidarthasn’t been written yet.
“drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,within I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns”
“The stratagems by which briefly youameliorated, even seeminglyuntwisted what still twists within you —you loved their taste and lay thereon your sidenursing like a puppy.”
“Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance. *I abjure advice-giver.”
“Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a processCarved in space, vision your poor eye's singlearmor against winter spring summer fall”
“After sex & metaphysics,—… what?What you have made.”