Over the past half century, Bidart has done nothing less than invent a poetics commensurate with the chaos and appetites of our experience.Half-light encompasses all of Bidart’s previous books, and also includes a new collection, Thirst, in which the poet austerely surveys his life, laying it plain for us before venturing into something new and unknown. Few writers have so willingly ventured to the dark places of the human psyche and allowed themselves to be stripped bare with such candor and vulnerability. And in that embodiment is a transgressive empathy, one that recognizes our wild appetites, the monsters, the misfits, the misunderstood among us and inside us. His audio represent the human voice in all its extreme registers, whether it’s that of the child-murderer Herbert White, the obsessive anorexic Ellen West, the tormented genius Vaslav Nijinsky, or the poet’s own. The collected works of one of contemporary poetry’s most original voicesGathered together, the poems of Frank Bidart perform one of the most remarkable transmutations of the body into language in contemporary literature. Where were you when you first read Ariel? Who were you? What has changed in your life? In the lives of women? In My Ariel, Sina Queyras barges into one of the iconic texts of the twentieth century, with her own family baggage in tow, exploring and exploding the cultural norms, forms, and procedures that frame and contain the lives of women.
Listen, you'll think otherwise, but I tell you, betrayal Words landed like razors, hours tinkled, suitors arrived. Pity one has to die to see how liberatingīad can be. Nice girls never gave me anything but trouble,Įating the ground out from under me, then wavingĪs I fall. When I am a bitch I feel in such good company. A poem-by-poem engagement with Sylvia Plath's Ariel and the towering mythology surrounding it.
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