Jerome Rothenberg

Poems and poetics

Celia Dropkin: From “In Her White Wake: The Selected Poems of Celia Dropkin”

Translated from Yiddish by Faith Jones, Jennifer Kronovet, and Samuel Solomon

[From the bilingual book forthcoming from Tebot Bach Press]


MY HANDS

 

My hands, two little bits

of my body I'm never

ashamed to show. With fingers—

the branches of coral,

fingers—two nests

of white serpents,

Jerome Rothenberg: some addenda to “A Seneca Journal”

original cover drawing by Allan D’Arcangelo
original cover drawing by Allan D’Arcangelo

[In advance of the forthcoming reprint by Nine Point Publishing of my 1978 book, A Seneca Journal, the following are some of the poems omitted from the original publication & now ready to be seen anew.  Other work from the Seneca years has appeared since then in Shaking the Pumpkin & elsewhere. (J.R.)]

A Seneca Memory

At Harry Watt’s old place

above the Allegany River

Heriberto Yépez: from The Empire of Neomemory

Translated from Spanish by Jen Hofer, Christian Nager and Brian Whitener

[Excerpted from the edition published by Chain Links in 2013]

There are Laws: Taking Down the Pantopia

E. Tracy Grinnell: from “body of war / songs” with a note on the process

after Danielle Collobert

the crowds
evisceral subjects         sun-setting
in the sun
clashes waste
                depopulating fray


afraid

 

hurled

 

_____________________

 

                                              the revolt

                                              executed

                                              in spasms

                                              projected

                                              projectiles

                                                                     human or plastic

                                              embraces

 

                                                  shadows grounding

Lisa Robertson: On Form (for Jane Ellison)

in which poems & poetics come together (J.R.)

You could say that form is learning

you can see form take shape

at the coronal suture’s first arcade

it’s explaining it’s appearing

it’s unestranged from enormity’s

prick of a spiny plant like a rose as

experimenting it’s bursting and

usually it’s repeating why is form