Jerome Rothenberg

Poems and poetics

Outsider Poems, a Mini-Anthology in Progress (58): Armand Schwerner’s Translation of Canto XV from Dante's Inferno

[In the construction of an assemblage of outside & subterranean poetry the question looms of whether to include in the composition some of those who in the aftermath are celebrated & canonized as the ultimate & necessary insiders.  For Dante the outsidering came in his 37th year, when he was banished from Florence into what came to be a lifetime of exile from his native city.

Jerome Rothenberg, with Arie Galles: From “Twenty Cloud Poems,” 1-8

Jerome Rothenberg & Arie Galles: A Double-Headed Portrait with Clouds
Jerome Rothenberg & Arie Galles: A Double-Headed Portrait with Clouds

But none of them paused,
none of them wanted to be a cloud

F.G. Lorca 

CLOUD POEM (1)

 

among the clouds

one face appears

Toward a Poetry & Poetics of the Americas (1): Rubén Darío, “To Roosevelt”

Translation & End-Note by Gabriel Gudding

[As I enter my eighty-third year the work that still lies ahead begins to focus on the possibility of a new poetry & poetics of the Americas.  The idea, like most ideas (good & bad) is by no means new but it stirs up, again, a sense of unkept promises & of a discontent with the idea of America as the domain of the United States alone, the way we speak of it again & again in our works & in our daily lives.

David-Baptiste Chirot: Cinema of Catharsis (IV-VII) [redux]

[continued from a previous posting]

IV.

 

As the patterns are emerging from the small battered lawn—the patterns which are for her continuously seeping in from those in the long-ago linoleums . . . they begin to form before her eyes the patterns of a parquet floor . . . the patterns, even, of a kind of design she has seen somewhere before . . . watching, waiting, with ever increasing urgency, an urgency she feels violently and vividly coursing through her tautening veins . . . as the memory begins to clear . . . revealing to her both the floors and the ceiling of a Cinema she had frequented as a child . . . in some outlaying area of the small battered city . . . an area which she associates more with dream than memory . . .

Mark Weiss: “Glass Palace,” 17 Poems

ADVICE

What you need, he said,

is another trip to the edge

and beyond.

 

And I thought he was joking.

 

EASE OF MOTION

This fantasy that has deluded many,