Biswamit Dwibedy is from Orissa, India, and he now resides in Bangalore/Bengaluru. He has also lived in Iowa City, Iowa and has an MFA in writing from Bard College, New York.
“You’re holding in your hands an entire book in which nothing is trackable – from the first page, we’re in unmapped territory, unmapped because it’s the language itself, its strangeness, that is constantly creating the world that it is simultaneously making necessary. With a marvelous intelligence that is always exceedingly itself, Dwibedy manages an emotional intimacy, a tone that talks to the marrow and leaves a shadow in your blood. It’s a tour de force – brilliant and heartbreaking.” – Cole Swensen
“Biswamit’s poems arrive and depart simultaneously, or at least give an impression of being both a trail ahead and a trail behind a moving figure. This seems to me to be a cosmic figure, in the spirit of Jesus, because of its gleam and its disappearance. What is thrown, like wheat or gold, flies, falls, vanishes but leaves marks. The marks are all we have to judge the figure by. I guess that is called sleight of hand? This is the way I understand them, in any case, and feel their pain as being a suffusion of which there is no more or less than what is written.” – Fanny Howe