Jerome Rothenberg

Poems and poetics

David Antin: 'icy seagulls' (a new talk poem)

David Antin talking while Jerome Rothenberg listens in the background (photo by
David Antin talking while Jerome Rothenberg listens in the background (photo by D.G. Wills)

i guess we all need the mike because the people in the back wont hear it    it feels a little weird to me to have it    the glasses are a mistake i only use them for reading and i cant see you if i have the glasses on and ive learned in recent years ive learned from the fact that i can no longer see anything clearly sixteen inches from my face that i need glasses     but i cant see people three feet away with glasses without them looking like blurs    so this is my new experience of optical deficie

Pierre Joris: From 'The Agony of Ingeborg Bachmann,' prologue and first scene

[AUTHOR'S NOTE. Asked by the TNL (Theatre National du Luxembourg) to be author-in-residence for the 2015-2016 season, I proposed as my second and final play, a 3-act drama concerning the death of poet Ingeborg Bachmann. She died — mythically speaking — through fire, falling asleep with a lit cigarette; though what actually caused the 3-week coma from which she wasn’t able to come out, was her addiction to pills.

Jerome Rothenberg: 'A Book of Shadows' for Tita Reut

A BOOK OF SHADOWS

History is over.
In another world
you find another
young as you,
your shadow
over his, the two
together, sharing
hidden sorrows,
thoughts of                                         (G. de Nerval)
expiation. The world
does not forgive.

*

Allotments.
Shut.

From 'Technicians of the Sacred Expanded': 'Genesis Three' (Enuma Elish), with commentary

Translation from Old Babylonian by Harris Lenowitz

 

When sky above had no name

          earth beneath no given name

   APSU       the first       their seeder

Deepwater

Takahashi Mutsuo: 'This World, or the Man of the Boxes,' dedicated to Joseph Cornell

Translation from Japanese by Jeffrey Angles

 

[This posting was immediately dropped from Jacket2 Commentaries when I first posted it, so I’m reposting it now. (J.R.)]

 

Pilgrim on earth, thy name is heaven,
Stranger, thou art the guest of God.

Mary Baker Eddy