Jerome Rothenberg

Poems and poetics

Nicole Peyrafitte: Poems and Poetics from “Bi-Valve”

[Nicole Peyrafitte’s move from the French Pyrenees to the United States came in 1987, and from California to New York in the 1990s. She has emerged in the new millennium as a multifaceted collagist, painter, singer & multi-media performer, and in her newest incarnation as a poet/verbal artist who moves readily between two worlds & languages. The following, then, is in recognition of my own witnessing to that career & life & to the energies behind it. (J.R.)] 

Eye of Witness (1): A Letter & a Poem for Robert Duncan, in Retrospect

[Early in the game, while I was in the midst of thinking & writing about what I had then come to speak of as “deep image,” I was approached by Robert Duncan, and in 1959, on first visit to San Francisco, I had a chance to meet him & to begin an exchange & friendship that lasted until his death in 1988.

Outsider Poems: A Mini-Anthology in Progress (42): from Theragāthā and Therīgāthā (Pali, 1st century B.C.)

Translations by Andrew Schelling & Anne Waldman

[EDITOR'S NOTE. The following – all but the commentary – comes from selections & translations assembled by Schelling & Waldman that give a sometimes startling view of the poetry created by the early Buddhist outsiders/outriders whose homelessness & wanderings might later serve as a template for the uses of a poetry outside of poetry as such. The link here between experience & poetic form is a marker of outsider poetry as we’ve come to know it in our quest for a vehicle, a book, to bring it all together. (J.R.)]

Mark Weiss: Nineteen Short Poems for Bill Bronk, Plus One

William Bronk and Mark Weiss

ONE HOPES

Based on the known,
imagining the confluence,
one hopes for a florid excitement, a spastic
flailing, some kind of
satisfaction.

A QUESTION TO THE STARS

Are there any here
but us chickens?
Have there ever been?

END OF TIME

The season arrives with a clamor of geese.
And at the end of it.

ANOTHER

We note
the unfamiliar sky.

PERMANENCE

Always and always.
There is this always, that always, there is
always.

A Gematria Poem, As It Comes to Me, for George Quasha at 70 & Myself at 80

Photo circa 1973

100 + 6 + 6 + 1 + 300 + 1 = 414 = 200 + 214 = 300 + 114