In 2002, Frank Bidart's Music Like Dirt was the first chapbook ever be a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. Today, the sequence belongs to Star Dust, Bidart's latest celestial collection. Brian Miles of the Rumpus admits to having difficulty summing up Bidart's metaphysical meanderings:
It’s very, very hard to do the collection justice in a review. If nothing else, “The Third Hour of the Night” is worth the price of the book by itself. It is a long poem (hundreds of lines) which contains both more abstract poetry and fairly clear narratives.....
If that isn't convincing enough, here's an existential tongue-twister:
What to make, how to make, what does making mean in our lives? What do we make, why do make, when are we making? How important is making? What is the life of a maker, what is the life of an artist, what’s left when you’re not making anything?
Star Dust, according to Miles, is out of this world. You can read "Third Hour of the Night," originally published in Poetry, here.