Jerome Rothenberg

Poems and poetics

Peter Quartermain: 'Incompletable Text,' a view of Jerome Rothenberg’s 'Eye of Witness' (Part two)

[Part One of the Quartermain essay can be found here on Poems and Poetics.  His complete view of Eye of Witness will appear early in 2015 in the twentieth issue of Lou Rowan’s Golden Handcuff’s Review, a major repository of poetry & poetics moving from one century & millennium to another.]

Geoffrey Squires: Five poems from 'Irish Poetry 600–1200' (a work in progress)

[Following his remarkable translations of the great Persian poet Hafez, Squires has embarked on an assemblage of translations from Old Irish, “the oldest vernacular poetry in Europe.”  Its relation to what John Bloomberg-Rissman & I have been assembling as outside & subterranean poetry should also be noted. (J.R.)] 

 

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Over the sea comes Adzehead

Eric Sarner translated by Pierre Joris: An extract from 'Experience of Water' in Coeur Chronique

[A NOTE FROM PIERRE JORIS POSTED ORIGINALLY ON HIS NOMADICS BLOG 6/11/2014.]  “In Paris now, on the day of the opening of the Marché de la Poésie, a great yearly 4 day event. One major pleasure will be to meet up with old friend Eric Sarner.

Peter Quartermain: 'Incompletable Text,' a view of Jerome Rothenberg's 'Eye of Witness' (Part one)

[What follows is the first part of Peter Quartermain’s response to Eye of Witness, an in-depth view that leads me into & beyond areas of my work that needed & still need (for me at least) viewing & amplification from the outside.  Quartermain’s essay is scheduled to appear early in 2015 in Louis Rowan’s Golden Handcuff’s Review (GHR 20), so this is an opportunity to put it into circulation closer to the publication late last year of Eye of Witness & to turn a

Marthe Reed: Three poems from 'Nights Reading'

[Scheduled for publication September 1 by Lavender Ink in New Orleans: a major coming forth]

 

GAZING AT PLUMS

 

Though the reasonable man does not have doubts, the condition of woman is
perhaps less certain. A question of where

 

A box of pens, a wooden bowl, desk littered in open books: the uncertain truth of
propositions

 

Light penetrates the shadow of night jade. A hawk rending the black-flecked back
of a bear. Can we rely on our senses?