Jerome Rothenberg in Albany
POETRY READING
by
Jerome Rothenberg
on
Wednesday 11 October ,
at
7:30 p.m.
in
the UAG Gallery
247 Lark Street
Albany, NY
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The Hat Shall Be Passed.
The Contents Thereof Shall Be Passed On To The Reader.
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To whet your appetite, a recent poem by Jerome Rothenberg:
The Poet at Chin’s Mausoleum
1
he loves to watch
images of power
more than images
of love but knows
that both are momentary,
mindless
knows what he sees
& hears
not what he says
2
Mao is a copy of Chin
our friend says
– he with black beard
& flowing hair –
the return of privilege,
while the poor fall back
3
the more they eat
the more they feel the need
to go on eating
NOTE. Chin’s (or Qin’s) mausoleum is the center around which the ceramic armies at Xian were buried (& many living workers besides), & “the field of tombs” is close to Dunhuang & Yang Pass, which Pound mentions as the Gate of Go, & Wang Wei before that: “west of Yang Pass there will be no friends.”
Reprinted from forthcoming China Notes and The Treasures of Dunhuang (Ahadada Books, Toronto and Tokyo). Written on a visit to China, 2002.

Poasis II: Selected Poems 2000-2024
“Todesguge/Deathfugue”
“Interglacial Narrows (Poems 1915-2021)”
“Always the Many, Never the One: Conversations In-between, with Florent Toniello”
“Conversations in the Pyrenees”
“A Voice Full of Cities: The Collected Essays of Robert Kelly.” Edited by Pierre Joris & Peter Cockelbergh
“An American Suite” (Poems) —Inpatient Press
“Arabia (not so) Deserta” : Essays on Maghrebi & Mashreqi Writing & Culture
“Barzakh” (Poems 2000-2012)
“Fox-trails, -tales & -trots”
“The Agony of I.B.” — A play. Editions PHI & TNL 2016
“The Book of U / Le livre des cormorans”
“Memory Rose Into Threshold Speech: The Collected Earlier Poetry of Paul Celan”
“Paul Celan, Microliths They Are, Little Stones”
“Paul Celan: Breathturn into Timestead-The Collected Later Poetry.” Translated & with commentary by Pierre Joris. Farrar, Straus & Giroux
I swear I saw Jerome Rothenberg at the University of Iowa library the other night, and though I’ve met him before, I didn’t attempt to get closer and see if it was him.
I’ll never know, now…