“I have seen the splendor of my leaving,” writes Bedard in the third of twenty-four poems which make up Book One of Implicit Lyrics, a disjunctive journey through concerns surrounding silence, the lyric, and the role of love in coming to terms with the decentered shreds of the fractured subject. For Bedard meaning resides in the spaces between words, between sentences, in the disjunct, the gap, the silences that resonate in the burning whiteness of the page. These are the splendor of his leaving.
“It’s not that I don’t love you, I Do. I only want to stop the sun.”
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