Samuel Caleb Wee

Samuel Caleb Wee is the coeditor of this is how you walk on the moon, an anthology of experimental fiction published in 2016. His poetry and creative nonfiction have appeared in regional journals and magazines such as QLRS, OF ZOOS, Esquire, and August Man. As a recipient of Nanyang Technological University’s HASS International PhD Scholarship, he is currently working on a PhD in English at the University of British Columbia in Vancouver, Canada, researching the impact of social media on contemporary poetry.

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How do you begin to describe the many lives of Jerry Rothenberg, who passed away on Sunday at the age of ninety-two? His output as poet alone, or translator, or editor, or anthologist would be enough to secure his reputation for the ages, and yet he excelled in all those areas and more with equal brilliance, fervor, and prescience.

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Jerome Rothenberg

Well, we’ve come to our end here. Somehow, in the hundreds of hours of phone calls and emails and late nights and breakfasts after, Jerry and I had never once discussed what might happen to this space once he passed away. We have even published a number of obituaries for friends of Jerry’s over the years. I’m not entirely convinced, sitting here writing at 3 a.m., that Jerry thought I’d be left with this task — and not the other way around.