Watching the Spring Festival
Release date: 04/01/2008
Our favorite poetry books coming out this April.
In his seventh book, Bidart condenses his searing, guilt-ridden meditations on the possibilities and limits of the imagination into shorter lyrics, as opposed to the long poems for which he is known. Mostly written in the second person, this speaker addresses himself, fighting the fear that “...all that releases/ transformation in us is illusion” with the flailing hope that, “[t]he rituals// you love imply that, repeating them,/ you store seeds that promise/ the end of ritual.” Bidart’s rituals of consolation include replaying records from the early decades of recorded music; revisiting and revising old, failed loves (“...you persuade yourself that it can be/ reversed because he teasingly sprinkles/ evasive accounts of his erotic history”); watching a film of the aging Russian dancer Ulanova, who is “too old to dance something but the world wants to record it”; and learning caution and peace from the Tu Fu poem from which the collection takes its title. In his most intimate and vulnerable book, Bidart enacts a troubled longing to parse the real from the merely imaginary, the transcendent from the merely real, which is answered, even if incompletely, only by the human capacity to create, as “the irreparable enters me again, again me it twists.” (Apr.)