STUBBLE ARCHIPELAGO
This book of thirty-six poetic bulletins by the humiliation-advice-giver Wayne Koestenbaum will teach you how to cruise, how to dream, how to decode a crowded consciousness, how to find nuggets of satisfaction in unaccustomed corners, and how to sew a language glove roomy enough to contain materials gathered while meandering. Koestenbaum wrote many of these poems while walking around New York City. He’d jot down phrases in a notebook or dictate them into his phone. At home, he'd incorporate these fragmented gleanings into overflowing quasi-sonnets. Therefore each poem functions as a coded diary entry, including specific references to sidewalk events and peripatetic perceptions. Flirting, remembering, eavesdropping, gazing, squeezing, sequestering: Koestenbaum invents a novel way to cram dirty liberty into the tight yet commodious space of the sonnet, a fourteen-lined cruise ship that contains ample suites for behavior modification, libidinal experiment, aura-filled memory orgies, psychedelic Bildungsromane, lap dissolves, archival plunges, and other mental saunterings that conjure the unlikely marriage of Kenneth Anger and Marianne Moore. Carnal pudding, anyone? These engorged lyrics don’t rhyme; and though each builds on a carapace of fourteen lines, many of the lines spawn additional, indented tributaries, like hoop earrings dangling from the stanzas’ lobes. Koestenbaum's poems are comic, ribald, compressed, symphonic. They take liberties with ordinary language, and open up new pockets for sensation in the sorrowing overcoat of the “now.” Imagine: the training wheels have been removed from poetry's bicycle, and the wheeling flâneur is finally allowed a word pie equal to fantasy's appetite. Stubble—a libidinal detail—matters when you're stranded on the archipelago of your most unsanctioned yet tenaciously harbored impulses.
“What Koestenbaum has achieved, perhaps better than any other contemporary poet, is linguistic fecundity combined with hyper-fastidiousness. Words seem to fall out of his mind and through his pen at breakneck speed without undermining the deeper aesthetic experience. ... The psyche is dangerous terrain, and Koestenbaum is, among all his other accolades, an exceptionally brave explorer.”
—Cody Delistraty, Poetry Foundation
“He’s a scamp, he’s a seer, and he’s a virtuoso.”
—Margo Jefferson
“Does contemporary American literature offer any greater pleasure than the polymorphous brilliance of Wayne Koestenbaum?”
—Garth Greenwell
“[Wayne Koestenbaum] is a figure of this time, but he also is a writer and thinker for all time. His career streaks above this genre-obsessed, professionalized-writer moment, and corresponds instead to the history of the polymath, the public intellectual, the drifter, the infinite conversationalist.”
—Maggie Nelson
“Koestenbaum is an exuberant critic, enraptured poet, intoxicated historian. ... Of course it is one thing, as a writer, to aspire to or even practice impure forms and an ecstatic style—quite another to take seriously the ethical field onto which they open. In the end, for all the wildly admirable qualities of his writing, I think the essential contribution of Koestenbaum’s diverse project is to reassert what Walter Benjamin called ‘the fullness of concentrated positivity’ (a phrase of which Sontag approved) in the face of the fleeting attractions of polemic, dispute and snark. There is assuredly a politics to this, an urge to keep all possibilities in play, and to keep play alive as a possibility, in a time of anxiety and retrenchment. I can hardly think of a writer who is so exacting about his own enthusiasms, so diligent in his pursuit of joy, so principled in the defense of pleasure.”
—Brian Dillon, Frieze
“Opera, movie stars, classic TV, sexual innuendo (and in flagrante), hijinks, Buber, Breughel ,Brecht, creamsicles, parody, paronomasia, fort/da (unheimlich/heimlich),Yiddishkeit spiel, fashion, prosodic fantasias, impiety, wigs, Oedipal flashpoints, craft beer, Adorno, gefilte fish, even my high school buddy's mother, Jo Van Fleet. What's not to like?”
—Charles Bernstein
“Stubble Archipelago––like all of Wayne Koestenbaum's books––is a masterpiece.”
—Dorothea Lasky
“Koestenbaum is an exuberant critic, enraptured poet, intoxicated historian... I can hardly think of a writer who is so exacting about his own enthusiasms, so diligent in his pursuit of joy, so principled in the defense of pleasure.”
—Brian Dillon
Paperback, 96 pp.
Published March 12, 2024