Irina Moga has a fine review of Conrad DiDiodato‘s Bridget bird and other poems here. I was struck especially by her observation that there is a “somewhat deceiving stillness in Mr. DiDiodato’s poetry.” Perfect! Even when writing in an essentially contemplative mode about nature, Conrad registers activity under the surface—what Bergson called “a flow of unforeseeable novelty.” Of course, stillness is necessary to perceive it….
Ah,Joseph,<br /><br /> Bergson is an unmerited gift but I thank you for it,nonetheless. You've helped stoke a few dimming embers