![]() A subway passenger’s leather bracelet prompts musings on the German word for “stranger” Montaigne leads to the memory of a fourth-grade friend’s stinky feet. Through a collection of intimate reflections (on art, punctuation, eyeglasses, color, dreams, celebrity, corpses, porn, and translation) and “assignments” that encourage pleasure, attentiveness, and acts of playful making, poet, artist, critic, novelist, and performer Wayne Koestenbaum enacts twenty-six ecstatic collisions between his mind and the world. By collision I also mean metaphor and metonymy: operations of slide and slip and transfuse.” “Toward what goal do I aspire, ever, but collision? Always accident, concussion, bodies butting together. Figuring it out, after all, is a life sentence." ––Parul Sehgal, The New York Times His great and singular appeal is this fealty to his own desire and imagination. ![]() “Whatever his subject―favorites include porn, punctuation and the poetry of Frank O’Hara―the goal is always to jigger logic and language free of its moorings. ![]()
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