Daniel Y. Harris is the author of Esophagus Writ (with Rupert M. Loydell, The Knives Forks and Spoons Press, 2014), Hyperlinks of Anxiety (Cervena Barva Press, 2013), The New Arcana (with John Amen, NYQ Books, 2012), Paul Celan and the Messiah's Broken Levered Tongue (with Adam Shechter, Cervena Barva Press, 2010; picked by the J. as one of the 5 most important Jewish poetry books of 2010) and Unio Mystica, (Cross-Cultural communications, 2009). His poetry, experimental writing, art, and essays have been published in BlazeVOX, Denver Quarterly, European Judaism, Exquisite Corpse, The New York Quarterly, In Posse Review, The Pedestal Magazine and Poetry Magazine.com. He is the President of NYQ.

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About The Underworld of Lesser Degrees:

"Ezra Pound valued 'melopoeia' as an aspect of poetry that charges words with a musicality that extends language beyond normal meanings. Daniel Y. Harris' extraordinarily capacious The Underworld of Lesser Degrees brought me the pleasures of a music that is so delightful in its soundings—'such gorgeous nonsense'—that even if the poems were written in a foreign language I would have fallen in love with a text of 'haloed dementia' that 'escapes from handcuffs' of conventional lyrics. Beyond the text's sonic extravagance, Daniel Y. Harris is the 'perfect mentor to lead us below up' in poetry that takes amazing risks in its willingness to showcase the writer's unprecedented range of tones and subjects (Yahweh, Allah, fetishism, pianos, pastrami sandwiches, forks, baseball, simplicity, chemical equations, and shit), massive knowledge base of secular and sacred literature (Kafka, Bloom, Nietzsche, Rimbaud, and Sartre), and scientific discourse. Daniel Y. Harris is among our most under-acknowledged major poets."
—Daniel Morris

"Daniel Y. Harris' The Underworld of Lesser Degrees is a regal feast of incisive signification. This rich and extensive collection of masterfully crafted poems roams uninhibitedly from the noxious to the sublime, all the while pressing and muscling toward the ultimate frontiers of both vision and language. Harris might be described as one of our new breed of urban imagists, fearless in his deployment of nuance and astonishing in his opening of alternate universes of meaning and experience."
—Carl Raschke

"This is the real avant garde, involving not the inane simplicity of unfamiliar patterns, but bringing to bear the full intellect, passion, and scholarship of which great work is capable. Daniel Y. Harris draws on Greek and Judaic mythologies, along with our latest technological discoveries and the media driven madness of today's world, to create a seamless vision of hope and Hell guarded by 'the skull lice of ruined saints,' from baseball to a World War II bunker in one impregnably cemented ecosystem of the mind."
—Jared Smith

"The Underworld of Lesser Degrees may be the first healthy literary baby of the digital age, formed as it is by a laser-like bombardment of disparate intelligences from prehistory through biblical times into, even, the theoretical future. The verbal hypertext of language, symbol, and alchemy—of beautifully assembled complex interchanges—pulsing here defies easy comprehension but exudes the light of brilliance for all who wish to see."
—Gordon Massman

"Daniel Y. Harris is a surrealist theologian, a Jewish mystic, a fantasist and above all else a poet of the unknown. The Underworld of Lesser Degrees is populated by an ingenious and undeniably ghastly array of imaginary demons, ghosts, angels, animals and other creatures who curse and sing to each other between these intertextual poems. In the same way their creator casts his literary spell around his readers, enticing them to share his occult dreams. These risky and at times risqué texts bear witness to the precocious talents of a magical and restless writer willing to guide us all into the terrible and enticing dark that surrounds us."
—Rupert M. Loydell