“Yes he had the fingers of a jeweler. Yes one eye was blue.”

One of the great shamans of American poetry, Jerome Rothenberg was born in 1931 in New York. Translator, anthologist — noted for his work in ethnopoetics and poetry performance - Rothenberg intuits poetry.

“Poetry became an act of defiance for my generation.”

For Michael McClure — “Rothenberg is a DNA spaceman exploring the mammal caves of Now.”

The author over eighty books of poetry and ten breathtaking anthologies — it’s a miracle that Rothenberg found time to bring Esther K. to America — “a surrealist beauty” whose spirit still inhibits mystics, thieves, and madman.

“Not why we die — but why we dream about it — and why our dreams can’t save the dying remnant.”

Rothenberg’s work includes: poetry — : White Sun Black Sun, Poland 1931, Poems for the Game of Silence, That Dada Strain, Vienna Blood, A Paradise of Poets, and Concealments and Caprichos — anthologies:  Technicians of the Sacred, Shaking the Pumpkin, A Big Jewish Book, and Poems for the Millennium.

Jerome Rothenberg lives in San Diego, California.