Status Updates From Half-Light: Collected Poems...

i always forget how fucking spooky frank is. and how antinomian. i don't know his process or how it is he comes to see things on the page the way he does, but it's singular and tonic and bracing, practically an antidote to everyone's else slavish narrative gestures and political performances. if bidart is performing anything it's just to be deeply creepy and upsetting

“Show him that you see he carries
always, everywhere, an enormous
almost impossible to balance or bear
statue of himself: burden that
flattering him
dwarfs him, like you."