I noticed via Nick's link to Rutabaga that Johanna has discovered Jerome Rothenberg. My edition of Technicians of the Sacred is quite a bit older, published in 1969 by Doubleday Anchor. If it were a car, I might refer to it as "preowned." I picked it up for $1.50 at Browsers' Bookstore in Olympia WA. She even asked Rothenberg for permission to post one of the poems in her newer and expanded edition.

One of the cool features of this excellent book is the extensive endnotes section, "The Commentaries," from page 385-520, thus here on p464 an addenda, "Semi-idiotic Poem" by Ian Hamilton Finlay, impossible for me to reproduce here as it resembles a box divided into 5x5 compartments, some of which contain lexical symbols while other remain empty, or a photocopy of a "Poem & Collage (1960)" by Jess Collins. Wasn't he Robert Duncan's partner?

Anyway, Rothenberg's anthological project in addition to his poetry is quite remarkable, and I'm glad to read Johanna's response to his truly incredible contribution.

Here's another poem from Technicians followed by the commentary, pgs 91 & 443, respectively:

The Mourning Song of Small-Lake-Underneath (by Hayi-a k!u)

I always compare you to a drifting log with iron nails in it.
Let my brother float in, in that way.
Let him float ashore on a good sandy beach.
I always compare you, my mother, to the sun passing behind the clouds.
That is what makes the world dark.

(Tlingit Indian)

John R. Swanton, Tlingit Myths & Texts (Bureau of American Ethnology, Bulletin 39 [Washington, 1909]), p. 395.

Composed by Hayi-a k!u (Small-Lake-Underneath) about a drifting log found full of nails, out of which a house was built. It is used when a feast is about to be given for a dead man "& they have their blankets tied up to their waists & carry canes."
The Poem comes from a collection of 103 Tlingit songs gathered by Swanton. "By far the larger number were composed for feasts or in song contests between men who were at enmity with each other."