Poetry. Split up on the page and split apart over a seris of experiences, encounters and musings, this long poem begins with his body as a disappearing act—clearly nothing can be trusted, not the body, not language, not dinner, yet these things persist, insist: the partitioned plot/become a maze of shifting surfaces, shifting yet still in evidence. Spinning off of Kafka in a number of directions, Borkhuis's poem suggests a speaker both unbearably sad and unbearably ferocious, as if exiled by birth. Prolific playwright and poet, Borkhuis' third book-length volume of poems will be out from Bucknell University Press in 1999. Perfectbound chapbook.
Author City: Manhattan, NY USA