Jerome Rothenberg

Poems and poetics

Toward a Poetry & Poetics of the Americas (6): Charles Bernstein’s “Our Americas: New Worlds Still in Progress” Revisited

W. Blaeu, Americae Nova Tabula. Amsterdam, 1645
W. Blaeu, Americae Nova Tabula. Amsterdam, 1645

[Published previously in Poems and Poetics (blogger version) but revisited here in the context of a new project undertaken by me & Heriberto Yépez toward an experimental grand assemblage of poetry across all of the Americas & with consideration of the multiplicity of languages & poetries now native to those places.  In the construction of such an assemblage Charles Bernstein has been & remains a close friend & collaborator.  (J.R.)]

Cyprian Norwid: Chopin’s Piano (redux), with Commentary

Translation from Polish by Jerome Rothenberg & Arie Galles


La musique est une chose étrange! -- Byron
L'art? ... c'est l'art - et puis, Voilà tout. -- Béranger

Bound to your place those penultimate days
Whose plot was impenetrable –
– Myth-full,
Dawn-pallid …
– Life’s end a whisper summons its start:
“I will not render you – no! I will raise you! …”

Bound to your place, those days so penultimate
Once when you mirrored – each moment, each moment –
That lyre that Orpheus lent us,

Outsider Poems, a Mini-Anthology in Progress (36): Drukpa Kunley’s “Sutra of Sex” (redux)

Translation from Bhutanese by Keith Dowman and Sonam Paljor

[In the course of a recent conversation with George Quasha & Charles Stein, the idea of “crazy wisdom” came up, as it often does, & led to a consideration of how it might or might not relate to the construction of a book of outside/outsider poetry & its relation to the art brut discourse of an earlier modernism.  The figure on whom we focused was the Tibetan/Buthanese lama & poet Drukpa Kunley (1455 - 1529

Robert Kelly: “Statement 1968” from A Voice Full of Cities

[The following will appear later this year in A Voice Full of Cities: The Collected Essays of Robert Kelly (Contra Mundum Press), edited by Pierre Joris & Peter Cockelbergh.  Originally published by John Martin’s Black Sparrow Press in 1968.]


Sam Truitt: from “Dick: A Vertical Elegy”

Did they do it? At the pump, did Jill hit Jack?  

 But each place is well and each well a hole encircled by hunters on their hams with spears listening between the broken and whole words into the darkness below for the sound of their breathing and the breathing of the hole in the dark for some fall that is after all cause for image projected staring back into them with red eyes. With hard heavy shoulders. With terror.