Frank Bidart

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.

After sex & metaphysics,__ what?What you have made.

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 __ou loved their taste and lay thereon your sidenursing like a puppy.

Understand that when the beast within yousucceeds again in paralyzing into unendingincompletion whatever you again had the temerity totry to makeits triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of itsrectitude. It knows that it aloneknows you.

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

I'm not a fool, I knew from the beginningwhat couldn't happen. What couldn't

Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a p