There’s too much cleverness in this collection for my tastes. Too many seemingly forced efforts to make plays on words, to fit into ideas into short lines and narrow columns that I found myself quite frustrated with this collection. What came first, I wondered, the idea or the insistence on a certain form? When he finally breaks free of his seemingly self-imposed restrictions in the last section, “I Can Sleep Later,” I enjoyed the poems more. His ideas could breathe.

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