December 11, 2013 www.Misterbowlerradio.com celebrates poet Jerome Rothenberg's 82nd birthday with an on-line broadcast from producer Bent-Erik Rasmussen's ICMM studios in Svinø, Denmark. Danny Snelson, U Penn will celebrate by launching the digital version of Jerry's New Wilderness Letter. The program features a birthday reading by Jerry from his home in Encinitas, California and celebrates nearly fifty years of collaborations with composer, sound artist Charlie Morrow in selected works from the Other Media archive.. The program includes performances, greetings and links to Rothenberg's wide circle. It will remain on-line and continue to grow.(The next Celebration Broadcast will feature Sten Hanson on his birthday April 15, 2014)
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Dear Bent-Erik and Charlie Morrow:When we took Jerry and Diane to China in 2002, traveling across half of China, we have taken many pictures in places like Dunhuang, in the Gobi Desert. We read poems together, he in English, I in Chinese. In his case, always bilingual, he in his sonorous English with me or other Chinese poets reading his poems in my Chinese translations. We both wrote poems about the trip. Here is one of those of mine that I had translated for Jerry and read in UCSD in one of his gatherings.Best, Wai-limBeijing: August Wai-lim YipSandstorms long goneSky has yet to find its blueIn the vast turgid airLike leafless forest trees in the hazeHard, straight, spearing the skyBuildings far and near now seen now unseenUnder a steaming lid, netted, knotted, locked and blocked The whole city sneezesBlack hair gold hair, visitors Ants crawl over molassesCaughtDrenched inDripping sweats, a thousand ten thousand pound heavy The Imperial PalaceGolden Dragon cannot spit out its last purple breathThe wings of phaetons all rustedIn the vast turgid airSky-reaching tombstones, The Transnational CommerceShadows over shadows over shadows of ghostsCloses in and tightens in rings A thousand ten thousand pounds of memoryIn a cultural center in mid-cityA foreign poetCalls the name of PolandPoland, Poland, Poland, PolandWavelike sufferings race here from ancient timesA wandering son from overseasKnots of angstSwirl into the Conch of DeathKnots of melancholySwirl out of the Conch of DeathAnd then he says:“The air all at once was filled with the tenderness of earth,As if that happy moment had already arrived.Birds, like bouquets and bouquets of light,Exploded out from the tree like a fountain.You ran to embrace it And suddenly stopped short.Are you all ready?”A young poet crippled by realityIs about to speak only toFind his throatStuffed with balls and ballsOf crumpled paper written all over with his poemsGruntle-Grottle hardly a voiceIn netted, knotted, locked and blocked August Beijing, August, 2002
Timezone: PST - Pasific standard Time(Central European Time - CET = + 9 hours)Program details: click here10.00 am Birthday program - premiere broadcast11.00 am Reading - Jerome Rothenberg recorded by Tyler ClausenList of poems in the program12.00 am Rothenberg and Morrow compositions part 1 1.00 pmBirthday program - rebroadcast 2.00 pmRothenberg and Morrowcompositions part 2 3.00 pmRothenberg and Morrowcompositions part 3 4.00 pmBirthday program- rebroadcast 5.00 pmRothenberg and Morrow compositions part 4 6.00 pmRothenberg and Morrow compositions part 5 7.00 pmReading - Jerome Rothenberg recorded by Tyler Clausen 8.00 pm Birthday program- rebroadcast 9.00 pmRothenberg and Morrow compositions part 110.00 pmRothenberg and Morrowcompositions part 2Persons appearing in the Birthday program:Mathew RothenbergCharles BernsteinSteve McCafferyÅsa SimmaWai-lim (read by Zeljka Rasmussen)Gideon D’ArcangeloSteven DalachinskyJulian CowleyBob HolmanMichael HellerJane AugustineJerome RothenbergCharles MorrowSound and music:Morrow: Toot and BlinkMorrow/Rothenberg: Birth of WargodDrumloops by Peter ErskinChristopher Williams and Tom BrucknerBach: theme from the Goldberg variations played by Glenn Gould (1955 version)Classical chinese music: Two fountains reflecting the moonWestern Wind Vocal EnsembleGlen Velez
Street - for Jerry The street below my window lacksclosure. There is no end to itin the sense of the endof a life. People who don’t looklike me are usually walkingin 2s or 3s on up it. Some bicyclein fair or foul/ the starry wheel on adamantinepediments invisible to most however much they try to see it. Even a car rams itself along—louvers like gills of a shark. Only stiff and graceless. Dead shark. I suspect everyone negotiates a cognitive distance in themselves,& talks of the distances theymust endure & have endured to be included “Here,” recreating the world in a language unlike mine. Their laughter similar but not the same. (Hear it?) I approximate theirlaughing systems singing systemsfashioned now from clumsy brush-workthey would scorn if they saw it. (They won’t.)“…categorical space carried on the tongue necessary for this speech (act)to continue to connect with what we say is ‘Out
There’”where/ a basilisk sleeps on the margins of the weather,where/ the old promises wait for the Grand Hand-Over to Happen. Still, our perceptions are fallible, We fall prey to optical illusions. Occasionally we hallucinate without reason. The precision and retention of our motor skills may also give us a false sense of confidence in our abilities: grants us an illusionary permission to posit imagined “maps”/machines pulling aluminum boxes into the sky/ an old woman pushing a cart with squeaky wheels hawking noodles and apples. Over there. No Here.Maps fade with too much sunlight. The road we intuit stops (in reality)beyond that corner (just beyond my sight) where everyone seems now to be headingJESSE GLASS
ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG Jack and Adele Foleymy mind is stuffed with tableclothsbrought in the imaginationa naked bridegroom hovering abovehis naked bride mad rothenbergthy thermos bottles thy electric fogswe have lain awake in thy soft arms foreverthy underwear alive with roots o rothenbergrothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberglet us sail through thy fierce weddings rothenbergo rothenberg o sweet resourceful rothenberghave we not tired of thee rothenberg no for thy cheesesshall stand like kings inside thy doorwaysshall throw their arms around thy lintels rothenberg& begin to rothenberg…Is a stranger. IsROTHENBERGA Poultice. OneROTHENBERGCatch him. He slips.ROTHENBERGHe is heavy. OneROTHENBERGIs a steward. IsROTHENBERGOne steals. One adds numbers.ROTHENBERG…From the skin of a harethe blood of a black henBurn a dove’s featherAfflict the kneesThis is the ring of travel.This is the yellow cloth.Take a chain, a hook & the figure of a birdThis is the ring of incestIts signs are seven.—& it is said in The Book of Beaststhat the lizard fleeth the privy members of a mantherefore when they see itthey bind ropes from the male to the female& bow down to rothenberg& bow down to rothenbergrothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberg* “poland” replaced by “rothenberg”…well you know or don’t you kennetit’s a rothenberg of the morningspeaking his varses in the grand mannerof the germinating jesus the joycemastermaking the flower here & the mind bender& oh the tongues he’s telling & the triple tales& the voices of no masters but his own fancy dances& I tell you we listen we listen in a glistenin a daze of days to the shaminacle pinnacleto what wrought this wonder this waxing this joy and this wellawaythe rothenberg of the morning
Hello All—&Happiest of Happy Birthday Celebrations to you, Jerry—!I'm thrilled to send on a link to the 'new' New Wilderness Letter, hosted now on Reissues thru J2. Please do see here, with my introductory notes: http://jacket2.org/reissues/nwlFeel free to distribute this link at will. Let me know if you see any errors, I can fix immediately all day. So delighted to see this work up, &on grand occasion. All celebratory cheers,Danny
love to the BIRTHDAYBOYxoBruceCAFES Y BARES / DIRECTORIO TELEFONICO DE LA HABANA 1958Bruce AndrewsAmerican BarAnchor BarApple BarAtlantic BarBar Ten CentBar To-dayBar Turf ClubBostonCentury BarClub Pan AmericanContinentalDetroitEsquireFrankHappy BarHollywood
Home PlateJohnny Bar ClubJohnny Dream Bar ClubKid BarMexico Bar ClubMiami RestaurantNew HenryNew York BarPan American Bar ClubPan American ClubPennsylvaniaPlus UltraPolarRiverside BarRogers BarRooseveltRoyaltySeventy TwoShangri-La ClubSloppy Joe’sSurf ClubTally-HoTony’s ClubTropicana Night ClubTwenty One ClubWall StreetWillie’s ClubWonder Bar
A Poem for the Cruel MajorityBY JEROME ROTHENBERGThe cruel majority emerges!Hail to the cruel majority!They will punish the poor for being poor.They will punish the dead for having died.Nothing can make the dark turn into lightfor the cruel majority.Nothing can make them feel hunger or terror.If the cruel majority would only cup their earsthe sea would wash over them.The sea would help them forget their wayward children.It would weave a lullaby for young & old.(See the cruel majority with hands cupped to their ears,one foot is in the water, one foot is on the clouds.)One man of them is large enough to hold a cloudbetween his thumb & middle finger,to squeeze a drop of sweat from it before he sleeps.He is a little god but not a poet.(See how his body heaves.)The cruel majority love crowds & picnics.The cruel majority fill up their parks with little flags.The cruel majority celebrate their birthday.Hail to the cruel majority again!The cruel majority weep for their unborn children,they weep for the children that they will never bear.The cruel majority are overwhelmed by sorrow.(Then why are the cruel majority always laughing?Is it because night has covered up the city's walls?Because the poor lie hidden in the darkness?The maimed no longer come to show their wounds?)Today the cruel majority vote to enlarge the darkness.They vote for shadows to take the place of pondsWhatever they vote for they can bring to pass.The mountains skip like lambs for the cruel majority.Hail to the cruel majority!Hail! hail! to the cruel majority!The mountains skip like lambs, the hills like rams.The cruel majority tear up the earth for the cruel majority.Then the cruel majority line up to be buried.Those who love death will love the cruel majority.Those who know themselves will know the fearthe cruel majority feel when they look in the mirror.The cruel majority order the poor to stay poor.They order the sun to shine only on weekdays.The god of the cruel majority is hanging from a tree.Their god's voice is the tree screaming as it bends.The tree's voice is as quick as lightning as it streaks across the sky.(If the cruel majority go to sleep inside their shadows,they will wake to find their beds filled up with glass.)Hail to the god of the cruel majority!Hail to the eyes in the head of their screaming god!Hail to his face in the mirror!Hail to their faces as they float around him!Hail to their blood & to his!Hail to the blood of the poor they need to feed them!Hail to their world & their god!Hail & farewell!Hail & farewell!Hail & farewell!
Manifesto 1964William Blake: From The Marriage of Heaven & Hell“A Little Boy Lost”Child of an Idumean NightA Note to SightingsSightings V, VI, IXConversations 6, 7, 15Manifesto 1968From 15 Flower World VariationsO flower fawnWhere is the rotted stick that screeches lyingAh brother! Look at youWhere are you standing in the wind, dead grassesSong of a Dead ManNow the cloud will breakIntroduction to A Seneca JournalSeneca Journal 1: A Poem of BeaversOld Man Beaver’s Blessing SongA Seneca MemoryFrom Poland/1931The Wedding, opening, in YiddishThe Wedding, completeSeneca Indian Women’s Dance Song without words by Richard Johnny JohnA Dada SuiteThat Dada StrainKarawane by Hugo BallA Glass Tube Ecstasy, for Hugo BallFrom A Book of WitnessI Come Into the New WorldThe Case for MemoryA Real ManFrom A Book of ConcealmentsThe Times Are Never RightOceanside Pier, Among the FishersFrom 50 Caprichos after GoyaThe Sleep of ReasonTight StockingsAll Who Will FallA Donkey & a MonkeyThe Hell of Thieves from The Seven Hells of the Jigoku ZoshiVariations on the Hell of ThievesA Poem of MiraclesHorse Song 13, from The 17 Horse Songs of Frank Michell
Happy birthday programProduced by Bent-Erik Rasmussen, ICMMPersons appearing in the Birthday program:Mathew RothenbergCharles BernsteinSteve McCafferyÅsa SimmaWai-lim (read by Zeljka Rasmussen)Gideon D’ArcangeloSteven DalachinskyJulian CowleyBob HolmanMichael HellerJane AugustineJerome RothenbergCharles MorrowSound and music:Morrow: Toot and BlinkMorrow/Rothenberg: Birth of WargodDrumloops by Peter ErskinChristopher Williams and Tom BrucknerJ.S.Bach: theme from the Goldberg variations played by Glenn Gould (1955 version)Classical chinese music: Two fountains reflecting the moonWestern Wind Vocal EnsembleGlen VelezRothenberg Morrow program #11.Now the cloud will break – 5.452.Birth of Wargod – part two – 6.213.Book of Witness – 34.274.Khurbn – 12.09Rothenberg Morrow program #21.14 stations – 8.392.Paris Elegies – 8.463.A calendar of Messiah – 16.014.Canticle for Brother Sun – 19.045.Poland 1931 – 5.25Rothenberg Morrow program #31.Retrospective – EAR UP – 1.14.01Rothenberg Morrow program #41.History of the Jews – 4.302.The Lorca Variations – 7.443.Abulofia – one act opera – 23.204.Horse song – 7.105.In memoriam Jackson mac Law – 18.19Rothenberg Morrow program #51.J-S-CH-A – 2.302.Ascent of Mount Carmel – 5.553.At the Stone – 49.51Rothenberg readings recorded by Tyler Clausen1.Recording – Dec 7, 2013 – 1.14.05
Tribute no 3 and 4 to Jerome RothenbergRecorded by Jack and Adele Foley
December 11, 2013 www.Misterbowlerradio.com celebrates poet Jerome Rothenberg's 82nd birthday with an on-line broadcast from producer Bent-Erik Rasmussen's ICMM studios in Svinø, Denmark. Danny Snelson, U Penn will celebrate by launching the digital version of Jerry's New Wilderness Letter. The program features a birthday reading by Jerry from his home in Encinitas, California and celebrates nearly fifty years of collaborations with composer, sound artist Charlie Morrow in selected works from the Other Media archive.. The program includes performances, greetings and links to Rothenberg's wide circle. It will remain on-line and continue to grow.(The next Celebration Broadcast will feature Sten Hanson on his birthday April 15, 2014)
Dear Bent-Erik and Charlie Morrow:When we took Jerry and Diane to China in 2002, traveling across half of China, we have taken many pictures in places like Dunhuang, in the Gobi Desert. We read poems together, he in English, I in Chinese. In his case, always bilingual, he in his sonorous English with me or other Chinese poets reading his poems in my Chinese translations. We both wrote poems about the trip. Here is one of those of mine that I had translated for Jerry and read in UCSD in one of his gatherings.Best, Wai-limBeijing: August Wai-lim YipSandstorms long goneSky has yet to find its blueIn the vast turgid airLike leafless forest trees in the hazeHard, straight, spearing the skyBuildings far and near now seen now unseenUnder a steaming lid, netted, knotted, locked and blocked The whole city sneezesBlack hair gold hair, visitors Ants crawl over molassesCaughtDrenched inDripping sweats, a thousand ten thousand pound heavy The Imperial PalaceGolden Dragon cannot spit out its last purple breathThe wings of phaetons all rustedIn the vast turgid airSky-reaching tombstones, The Transnational CommerceShadows over shadows over shadows of ghostsCloses in and tightens in rings A thousand ten thousand pounds of memoryIn a cultural center in mid-cityA foreign poetCalls the name of PolandPoland, Poland, Poland, PolandWavelike sufferings race here from ancient timesA wandering son from overseasKnots of angstSwirl into the Conch of DeathKnots of melancholySwirl out of the Conch of DeathAnd then he says:“The air all at once was filled with the tenderness of earth,As if that happy moment had already arrived.Birds, like bouquets and bouquets of light,Exploded out from the tree like a fountain.You ran to embrace it And suddenly stopped short.Are you all ready?”A young poet crippled by realityIs about to speak only toFind his throatStuffed with balls and ballsOf crumpled paper written all over with his poemsGruntle-Grottle hardly a voiceIn netted, knotted, locked and blocked August Beijing, August, 2002
Timezone: PST - Pasific standard Time(Central European Time - CET = + 9 hours)Program details: click here10.00 am Birthday program 11.00 am Reading - Jerome Rothenberg recorded by Tyler Clausen12.00 am Rothenberg and Morrow 1.00 pm 2.00 pm 3.00 pm 4.00 pm 5.00 pm 6.00 pm 7.00 pm recorded by Tyler Clausen 8.00 pm Birthday program 9.00 pm10.00 pmPersons appearing in the Birthday program:Mathew RothenbergCharles BernsteinSteve McCafferyÅsa SimmaWai-lim (read by Zeljka Rasmussen)Gideon D’ArcangeloSteven DalachinskyJulian CowleyBob HolmanMichael HellerJane AugustineJerome RothenbergCharles MorrowSound and music:Morrow: Toot and BlinkMorrow/Rothenberg: Birth of WargodDrumloops by Peter ErskinChristopher Williams and Tom BrucknerBach: theme from the Goldberg variations played by Glenn Gould (1955 version)Classical chinese music: Two fountains reflecting the moonWestern Wind Vocal EnsembleGlen Velez
Street - for Jerry The street below my window lacksclosure. There is no end to itin the sense of the endof a life. People who don’t looklike me are usually walkingin 2s or 3s on up it. Some bicyclein fair or foul/ the starry wheel on adamantinepediments invisible to most however much they try to see it. Even a car rams itself along—louvers like gills of a shark. Only stiff and graceless. Dead shark. I suspect everyone negotiates a cognitive distance in themselves,& talks of the distances theymust endure & have endured to be included “Here,” recreating the world in a language unlike mine. Their laughter similar but not the same. (Hear it?) I approximate theirlaughing systems singing systemsfashioned now from clumsy brush-workthey would scorn if they saw it. (They won’t.)“…categorical space carried on the tongue necessary for this speech (act)to continue to connect with what we say is ‘Out
There’”where/ a basilisk sleeps on the margins of the weather,where/ the old promises wait for the Grand Hand-Over to Happen. Still, our perceptions are fallible, We fall prey to optical illusions. Occasionally we hallucinate without reason. The precision and retention of our motor skills may also give us a false sense of confidence in our abilities: grants us an illusionary permission to posit imagined “maps”/machines pulling aluminum boxes into the sky/ an old woman pushing a cart with squeaky wheels hawking noodles and apples. Over there. No Here.Maps fade with too much sunlight. The road we intuit stops (in reality)beyond that corner (just beyond my sight) where everyone seems now to be headingJESSE GLASS
ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG ROTHENBERG Jack and Adele Foleymy mind is stuffed with tableclothsbrought in the imaginationa naked bridegroom hovering abovehis naked bride mad rothenbergthy thermos bottles thy electric fogswe have lain awake in thy soft arms foreverthy underwear alive with roots o rothenbergrothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberglet us sail through thy fierce weddings rothenbergo rothenberg o sweet resourceful rothenberghave we not tired of thee rothenberg no for thy cheesesshall stand like kings inside thy doorwaysshall throw their arms around thy lintels rothenberg& begin to rothenberg…Is a stranger. IsROTHENBERGA Poultice. OneROTHENBERGCatch him. He slips.ROTHENBERGHe is heavy. OneROTHENBERGIs a steward. IsROTHENBERGOne steals. One adds numbers.ROTHENBERG…From the skin of a harethe blood of a black henBurn a dove’s featherAfflict the kneesThis is the ring of travel.This is the yellow cloth.Take a chain, a hook & the figure of a birdThis is the ring of incestIts signs are seven.—& it is said in The Book of Beaststhat the lizard fleeth the privy members of a mantherefore when they see itthey bind ropes from the male to the female& bow down to rothenberg& bow down to rothenbergrothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberg rothenberg* “poland” replaced by “rothenberg”…well you know or don’t you kennetit’s a rothenberg of the morningspeaking his varses in the grand mannerof the germinating jesus the joycemastermaking the flower here & the mind bender& oh the tongues he’s telling & the triple tales& the voices of no masters but his own fancy dances& I tell you we listen we listen in a glistenin a daze of days to the shaminacle pinnacleto what wrought this wonder this waxing this joy and this wellawaythe rothenberg of the morning
Hello All—&Happiest of Happy Birthday Celebrations to you, Jerry—!I'm thrilled to send on a link to the 'new' New Wilderness LetterReissues thru J2. Please do see here, with my introductory notes: http://jacket2.org/reissues/nwlFeel free to distribute this link at will. Let me know if you see any errors, I can fix immediately all day. So delighted to see this work up, &on grand occasion. All celebratory cheers,Danny
love to the BIRTHDAYBOYxoBruceCAFES Y BARES / DIRECTORIO TELEFONICO DE LA HABANA 1958Bruce AndrewsAmerican BarAnchor BarApple BarAtlantic BarBar Ten CentBar To-dayBar Turf ClubBostonCentury BarClub Pan AmericanContinentalDetroitEsquireFrankHappy BarHollywood
Home PlateJohnny Bar ClubJohnny Dream Bar ClubKid BarMexico Bar ClubMiami RestaurantNew HenryNew York BarPan American Bar ClubPan American ClubPennsylvaniaPlus UltraPolarRiverside BarRogers BarRooseveltRoyaltySeventy TwoShangri-La ClubSloppy Joe’sSurf ClubTally-HoTony’s ClubTropicana Night ClubTwenty One ClubWall StreetWillie’s ClubWonder Bar
A Poem for the Cruel MajorityBY JEROME ROTHENBERGThe cruel majority emerges!Hail to the cruel majority!They will punish the poor for being poor.They will punish the dead for having died.Nothing can make the dark turn into lightfor the cruel majority.Nothing can make them feel hunger or terror.If the cruel majority would only cup their earsthe sea would wash over them.The sea would help them forget their wayward children.It would weave a lullaby for young & old.(See the cruel majority with hands cupped to their ears,one foot is in the water, one foot is on the clouds.)One man of them is large enough to hold a cloudbetween his thumb & middle finger,to squeeze a drop of sweat from it before he sleeps.He is a little god but not a poet.(See how his body heaves.)The cruel majority love crowds & picnics.The cruel majority fill up their parks with little flags.The cruel majority celebrate their birthday.Hail to the cruel majority again!The cruel majority weep for their unborn children,they weep for the children that they will never bear.The cruel majority are overwhelmed by sorrow.(Then why are the cruel majority always laughing?Is it because night has covered up the city's walls?Because the poor lie hidden in the darkness?The maimed no longer come to show their wounds?)Today the cruel majority vote to enlarge the darkness.They vote for shadows to take the place of pondsWhatever they vote for they can bring to pass.The mountains skip like lambs for the cruel majority.Hail to the cruel majority!Hail! hail! to the cruel majority!The mountains skip like lambs, the hills like rams.The cruel majority tear up the earth for the cruel majority.Then the cruel majority line up to be buried.Those who love death will love the cruel majority.Those who know themselves will know the fearthe cruel majority feel when they look in the mirror.The cruel majority order the poor to stay poor.They order the sun to shine only on weekdays.The god of the cruel majority is hanging from a tree.Their god's voice is the tree screaming as it bends.The tree's voice is as quick as lightning as it streaks across the sky.(If the cruel majority go to sleep inside their shadows,they will wake to find their beds filled up with glass.)Hail to the god of the cruel majority!Hail to the eyes in the head of their screaming god!Hail to his face in the mirror!Hail to their faces as they float around him!Hail to their blood & to his!Hail to the blood of the poor they need to feed them!Hail to their world & their god!Hail & farewell!Hail & farewell!Hail & farewell!
Manifesto 1964William Blake: From The Marriage of Heaven & Hell“A Little Boy Lost”Child of an Idumean NightA Note to SightingsSightings V, VI, IXConversations 6, 7, 15Manifesto 1968From 15 Flower World VariationsO flower fawnWhere is the rotted stick that screeches lyingAh brother! Look at youWhere are you standing in the wind, dead grassesSong of a Dead ManNow the cloud will breakIntroduction to A Seneca JournalSeneca Journal 1: A Poem of BeaversOld Man Beaver’s Blessing SongA Seneca MemoryFrom Poland/1931The Wedding, opening, in YiddishThe Wedding, completeSeneca Indian Women’s Dance Song without words by Richard Johnny JohnA Dada SuiteThat Dada StrainKarawane by Hugo BallA Glass Tube Ecstasy, for Hugo BallFrom A Book of WitnessI Come Into the New WorldThe Case for MemoryA Real ManFrom A Book of ConcealmentsThe Times Are Never RightOceanside Pier, Among the FishersFrom 50 Caprichos after GoyaThe Sleep of ReasonTight StockingsAll Who Will FallA Donkey & a MonkeyThe Hell of Thieves from The Seven Hells of the Jigoku ZoshiVariations on the Hell of ThievesA Poem of MiraclesHorse Song 13, from The 17 Horse Songs of Frank Michell
Happy birthday programProduced by Bent-Erik Rasmussen, ICMMPersons appearing in the Birthday program:Mathew RothenbergCharles BernsteinSteve McCafferyÅsa SimmaWai-lim (read by Zeljka Rasmussen)Gideon D’ArcangeloSteven DalachinskyJulian CowleyBob HolmanMichael HellerJane AugustineJerome RothenbergCharles MorrowSound and music:Morrow: Toot and BlinkMorrow/Rothenberg: Birth of WargodDrumloops by Peter ErskinChristopher Williams and Tom BrucknerJ.S.Bach: theme from the Goldberg variations played by Glenn Gould (1955 version)Classical chinese music: Two fountains reflecting the moonWestern Wind Vocal EnsembleGlen VelezRothenberg Morrow program #11.Now the cloud will break – 5.452.Birth of Wargod – part two – 6.213.Book of Witness – 34.274.Khurbn – 12.09Rothenberg Morrow program #21.14 stations – 8.392.Paris Elegies – 8.463.A calendar of Messiah – 16.014.Canticle for Brother Sun – 19.045.Poland 1931 – 5.25Rothenberg Morrow program #31.Retrospective – EAR UP – 1.14.01Rothenberg Morrow program #41.History of the Jews – 4.302.The Lorca Variations – 7.443.Abulofia – one act opera – 23.204.Horse song – 7.105.In memoriam Jackson mac Law – 18.19Rothenberg Morrow program #51.J-S-CH-A – 2.302.Ascent of Mount Carmel – 5.553.At the Stone – 49.51Rothenberg readings recorded by Tyler Clausen1.Recording – Dec 7, 2013 – 1.14.05
Tribute no 3 and 4 to Jerome RothenbergRecorded by Jack and Adele Foley
