paperback, 122 pages, 6 x 8 in
Publication Date: 2011
Ecstatic political poetry and prose engaging notions of bureaucracy by a translator of Chilean poetry
Beginning with an epigraph from the 9/11 Commission Report, The Book of Interfering Bodies re-imagines the poet as bureaucrat, barbaric writer, and terrorist. In this book, poems that invoke the role of the writer in society alternate with apocalyptic prose pieces that recall Borges’ “Library of Babel.” In the process, Borzutzky creates a 21st century response to our most enduing twentieth century writers, from Beckett to Lispector.
“This book is a fetid, fascinating torrent. Unflinching if shellshocked, Daniel Borzutzky is recording our suicide as it happens. In this accounting, minds and bodies have become fragments to be toyed with, digested and erased. Here and there are moments of genuine tenderness, humor, even lyricism, but this is one degraded body, onto which all misfortunes are inscribed.” —Linh Dinh
“Borzutzky goes farther than you expect, farther than you think he can go, farther than is possible, sailing past physical and national comfort zones into a seething porousness and interchangeability. It’s an assault on the idea that words keep things separate, a dangerous vertigo, the powers of horror. At the same time, he rehabilitates a cast of characters from another era, the Poet, the Book, the Poem, Poetry—even the Critic. So, bodies and bureaucracies are refracted through the belief that poetry is a force to be reckoned with. As though trying out the idea, he thrillingly puts poetry at the center of our culture: the Poet and Home Depot may not be opposites. Borzutzky is ambitious for poetry, a lavish ambition, and it seems to me he is un-American in assuming that grief and catastrophe are normal.” —Robert Glück
“If Franz Kafka had been a data entry specialist at Abu Ghraib, he might have written something as fiercely intelligent and voluptuously loopy as The Book of Interfering Bodies. Reading Daniel Borzutzky is like chancing upon a secret lake full of trembling lilies that projectile vomit both poems and petroleum. His new book is not one for the literary faint of heart but for those ready to tumble to a world more ruthless, ravishing and extraordinary.” —Rachel Loden