This exciting news comes to us from Charlie Morrow:
ROTHENBERG CELEBRATION: On December 11, 2013, www.Misterbowlerradio.com celebrates poet Jerry Rothenberg's 82nd birthday with an online broadcast from producer Bent-Erik Rasmussen’s ICMM studios in Svinø, Denmark. Danny Snelson will celebrate by launching the digital version of Jerry's New Wilderness Letter poetry journal.
The program features a birthday reading by Jerry from his home in Encinitas, California, and celebrates nearly fifty years of collaborations with composer and sound artist Charlie Morrow in selected works from the Other Media archive.
Box of Books is an annual project from Darin Klein & Friends. Each volume comprises a box filled with handmade publications created specifically for the occasion by 20 or so different artists and writers.
On October 9, 2010, I convened a symposium at the William Andrews Clark Jr. Library, accompanied by a small book fair, that was designed to put a number of different communities together, even if only for a day: scholars, poets, publishers, artists, librarians, and graduate students in the MLIS program at UCLA.
The sorrow & shock of the Ghanaian poet Kofi Awoonor’s death among the nearly 100 killed in this September’s Kenya Mall bombing & massacre is still another horror to live with. Kofi was our friend & comrade in the early 1970s, a fellow poet & contributing editor to my magazine, Alcheringa Ethnopoetics, & a companion & guest at our dinner table in New York. His magnificent translations from Ewe oral poetry (“Poems & Abuse Poems of the Ewe”) appeared first in Alcheringa & in Technicians of the Sacred, & his presence among us was warm & his council invaluable, his accomplishments many. While there is more to be said about the madness that took his life, my tribute to him now is to show him writing through two of the Ewe oral poets that he translated, along with some comments of my own from Technicians of the Sacred in acknowledgement of the continued relevance of the traditional “abuse poetry” that he revealed to us. The first poem, below, is almost a memorial in itself.