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At 472 pages, Wayne Koestenbaum’s latest volume of poetry attests his self-described logorrhea. (Nightboat Books) is the third volume in his trilogy, after (2015) and (2018). Taken together, they run to over 1500 pages. For almost a decade, Koestenbaum has composed the notebooks at his desk each morning, transcribing a tissue of associations (dreams, memories, thoughts) from an unfiltered state of consciousness. According to Koestenbaum, the resultant poems are merely a “distillation” of these original longform drafts. As he told Felix Bernstein, he “obey[s] the order in which the thought-clusters [appear] to [him], without radical reorganizing.” If the idea is that poems are unworried, unstudied, unprocessed, I don’t really believe him (I don’t think he expects me to). The vast scale of his overall project is balanced by the artful density of his little notes, presented like camp koans or downtown senryu, and divided by little section breaks:
