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de Jérome Rothenberg sur Poems and poetics

Be me who

Blesses.
                                         

Suffer.  Destroy.       
Be certain.
Merge a particular picture

Blossom.  & open
This surface to clouds.

Be orators.

Ce poème, Jerome Rothenberg le quote dans son article où il reprend une partie laissée de coté dans les nouvelles versions de « Shaking the pumpkin »

ce poème se trouve dans le recueil « the Gorky poems » repris dans « poems for the game of silence »

il est possible de lire ce poème sur mon blog à la page

Publicités

The Book, Spiritual Instrument

« Prefaced by Mallarme’s famous dictum that ‘everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book,’ this spirited collection demonstrates the reverse as well: everything in the book exists in order to end up in the world. . . In a series of exemplary essays on, and demonstrations of, what might be called the ethnopoetics of the book, books from a wide range of cultural traditions are portrayed as radical extenders of form rather than neutral vessels of content. The result is a vision of books as laboratories for the invention and performance of perceptual systems: new worlds carved out of the wilderness of human thought and language. » — Charles Bernstein, Poet, Editor and David Gray, Professor of Poetry and Poetics, SUNY-Buffalo


stirring the ashes, J Rothenberg

STIRRING THE ASHES


sun bear

moon buffalo






THE BEAR ROBE


had no claws


MIDWINTER VISION


paddles & ashes



EVENTS


fire a riffle

*

touch the sun







THE BEAR


his paw up
to the sun



BEAR DANCE


snort
snort
berries



THE PUMPKIN


has a lake into it



THE BEADS


seen in my eyes-
with many colors


(© extr. fr midwinter; Jerome Rothenberg, a seneca journal ; new direction book)