tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593764226213882767.post1321832987797709103..comments2024-02-22T15:48:50.427-08:00Comments on Poems and Poetics: Jerome Rothenberg: Five Eastern Ikons (poems & note)Jerome Rothenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166931849293504537noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593764226213882767.post-76060946177404885482011-07-09T13:08:33.546-07:002011-07-09T13:08:33.546-07:00Nice how these fragments are strung together, like...Nice how these fragments are strung together, like bones broken and then re-set.<br /><br />I'll never forget walking into St. Anthony's shrine in a church in Padua, Italy - seeing all his body parts (and I mean all his body parts) preserved in sanctified jars. Something about the flesh made sacred.<br /><br />I love the way you keep raging against complacency in perception, for as the great deviant Baudelaire says "II en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde! / Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris, / Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris / Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde; // C'est l'Ennui! (There is one more mean, more vulgar, more ugly, more cold; / Although it lets no great gesture, no great cry, free / It would easily turn the earth to debris / And in a yawn would swallow the globe. // It's Boredom!)WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com